Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Look at all the Prada sold
You exciting Midas looking like a pot of gold
But that's not a role
Baby do you got a goal for designer clothes?
We shouldn't call them hoes
But it helps me get the point across
They only made it more confusing when your boy was lost
Its like we're living in a world where being loyal costs
I ain't sweating cuz I'm heated so it boils off
(YEAH)
The reason I'm steaming is no longer needed; I'm chucking my deuces to you
If I focus on gaining and not on what pains me then I think I'm living the truth
I'll head to Toronto and pour up inside of the booth
Don't ask me no questions and I'll do no flexing
No drama, just do what you do

[Chorus (x2):]
You ain't have to do em like that
Pull up in a blue and white Lac
An angel when I'm wearing all white
Don't know what to do with my yac
Don't know what to do with my yac
Pour it in a styrofoam cup
Why you getting high to roll up?
Fam why you getting high to roll up?

[Verse 2:]
Losing my mind not my money
I'm in a straight jacket stunting on all of my woes
Praises to all of my hoes
Gracious to faces that make it to all of my shows
Patient with all of my goals
Make a donation but don't take part of my soul
Feelings are harder to show
Can't get my heart on the phone
Turn down for no dial tone
(YEAH)
The reason its beating is no longer needed; I'm chucking my deuces to you
If I focus on gaining and not on what pains me then I think I'm living the truth
I'll head to Toronto and pour up inside of the booth
Don't ask me no questions and I'll do no flexing
No drama, just do what you do