They ask me how I'm doing, I say "Gucci" Just looked at the two-piece, and then we watched a movie I used to wanna die until you killed me Now I can't feel shit, but I'm still breathing Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop Wish I could end my life in the black drop-top And if it ain't about money, then shut the fuck up And if I have to cut ties, know that you fucked up Get a couple bands and think you balling Gucci fucking dead, I can hear the reaper calling And I thought I had hope till I woke up from my dream Bitch, I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees Get a couple bands and think you balling Gucci fucking dead, I can hear the reaper calling And I thought I had hope till I woke up from my dream Bitch, I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees But I'm still snapping like it's Snapchat Please, don't fucking act back, Glock up in my knapsack I ain't got friends, I got brothers by my side Got the butterfly knife, flip it open then I slice Still breathing, wish I could fucking stop Wish I could end my life in the black drop-top And if it ain't about money, then just shut the fuck up And if I have to cut ties, know that you fucked up Get a couple bands and think you balling Gucci fucking dead, I can hear the reaper calling And I thought I had hope till I woke up from my dream Bitch, I gotta fucking get it, drowning in these money trees