Yung Le Goldmane I don't give second chances She give me neck, on my dick she dancing I know that bitch don't want me to leave So she know she gotta keep it standing Everything I do these boys jacking Just a lost soul that's stuck in a mansion Giving they body away for a xanax Suckin and fuckin like hoes Talent I make money like master p She 25 on ecstasy, ain't giving sluts no sympathy Bitch ain't a thang they could do for me Poison these kids with cash, huh Head inside the guillotine We used to be some sad children Yeh but the devil done heard my screams You gone wipe them tears and then head home I couldn't give a fuck how you gone get there let go I had a convo with the devil facetime on my phone He went and sent me somewhere else Somewhere far from home Big boy shit, big boy status I'm finna raise my kids in a mansion Straight up grinding Le Goldmane fashion Cash in abundance, I don't want rations Remember days when the blunts was packing Remember days when the coke was stacking Now my motherfucking soul is free And that's the reason that I been bragging I keep on soaking success through my feelings Like steak in kitchen I cook it and grill it I'm catching some gold on the way when i'm drilling Like knowing your purpose a hell of a feeling Le Goldmane boy I might kick through the ceiling Like let me in let me I might fuckin full fill it I touched on the thousands so give me my millions I donkey fuck that bitch in 5 more minutes 5 more minutes and 5 more hours We wanted success and champagne showers Wanted them racks, we wanted them fast Double that shit like them twin towers Turned 16 when I found my powers We dedicate years, you dedicate hours You pests in this world we some fuckin survivors We fuckin them bitches you buying them flowers