Bless Your Eyes

Let me get my money right, Let me get my hundreds tight
You said we were brothers for life, Yeah that shit got me tight
Lil' bitch wanna fuck tonight, Lil' bro want smoke on sight
I keep my chop goodnight, I tuck my chop goodbye
All I see is dollar signs
Pop my shit, I'm way too fly
Bitch wanna fuck cause' I'm that guy
Cartier shades, I'm way too high
I'm too baked, I'm way too fried
Talk my shit, I can't even lie
Told that hoe to wait in line
Wait your turn I'll bless your eyes

Bitch I been runnin', I'm countin' my hundreds or sum
Drop me a bag, might go out to London this summer
She don't wanna fuck, oh well, I guess it's a bummer
Every time I check that bank, I'm countin' commas
Yeah, and they say how you feel
Lil' bitch I'm way too real
I wipe his nose he ill
When I see red I kill
Got ice on me can't spill
When she see B she thrilled
Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil

(Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil)
(I'm tryna chase a mil)
(Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil)
(Bitch I'm tryna chase a mil)

Let me get my money right, Let me get my hundreds tight
You said we were brothers for life, Yeah that shit got me tight
Lil' bitch wanna fuck tonight, Lil' bro want smoke on sight
I keep my chop goodnight, I tuck my chop goodbye
All I see is dollar signs
Pop my shit, I'm way too fly
She wanna fuck cause' I'm that guy
Cartier shades, I'm way too high
I'm too baked, I'm way too fried
Talk my shit, I can't even lie
Told that hoe to wait in line
Wait your turn I'll bless your eyes