Things to Buy

I'm a mad scientist making beats in my lab
Have a bachelor degree throw that shit in the trash
Only coming for my money once I get it I dash
I lock it in the safe
I throw it all in my stash
Got a brick can you break it though
Sitting on a single zip then I'm getting down low
Always puffing on my drough
Something all my homies know
I can weigh any amount with my fucking eyes closed
Call me Cotton Eye Joe
Picking bud from the grow
Trading green for the dough
Fuck the feds at the door
People coming and go
Treat my op like the store
I've been trying to stop
But I'm always buying more
So I said
Mother fuck 5.0 I have a million things to buy
Take a trip out to LA, Paris, Madrid, and Dubai
I'll spend a summer sipping scotch
I'm rolling up and getting high
I'm living life
And doing my own damn thing
About all the fucking time
With my money right around zero
I'd be lying if I said I could have never use some syrup
A little sugar and some dough
I could have never see it clearer
With a plan and no fear
I started looking in the mirror
I said I'll never be defeated
This the end of an era
Y'all depend on each other
And I'm just one single brother
With a mind that is fed up
And it's starting to sound repetitive
But I want all life's amenities
So I'm saying
Mother fuck 5.0 I have a million things to buy
Take a trip out to LA, Paris, Madrid, and Dubai
I'll spend a summer sipping scotch
I'm rolling up and getting high
I'm living life
And doing my own damn thing
About all the fucking time
So get out of my way
Just get out of my way
Just get out my
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Just get out of my way
Just get out of my way
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