Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
I got several bitches up in rotation
Call her over, turn off notifications
Love 'em, live and learn then you replace 'em
Where do I take 'em? Most of them famous
Hold up, my life a vacation
Different day, different location
Fly that bitch out 'cause I'm missing her fragrance
I think he looking embarrassed 'cause look who I came with
Run up it, cash never running out
Bitch, I got money now, what are you saying?
I am not here to cap when I'm writing thеse raps
Run it up, do a lap like a race man
I do not carе if you lie to me
I am self-made
I don't care if you're proud of me (If you're proud of me)
Come and pull up if you down with me
Baby, it's love, I don't mind if you doubted me
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Up in the club with his
Now he wiling and I don't have time for no fighting man
Fuck do I look like, I'm Iron Man?
Fuck up like ninety bands, up on some Gucci, I like the new me
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Forty thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
Money coming in, I'm deserving
Twenty on a ring, worth It
Money clean like I'm selling detergent
Still in this bitch like I'm staying for certain
Still in this bitch and I'm sleeping with serpents
Life is full of building bridges to burn
And I got a million lessons to learn man
Might cut off all my hoes like I just signed to Jesus
I love all my women but loving is leaving
I just need some peace, no, I'm not talking bout Reese's
Twenty thousand for the fee and it's forty for features
Sixty thousand for a suitcase
Twenty-five K for a new chain
This is just loose change
Changed up the way that I view things
Shawty gon' fuck up the way that I do things
Forty-thousand Rands
I just blew forty-thousand Rands
I'm in this bitch and i'm fly like the pilot, man
Surrounded by these bitches call 'em holograms
Up in the club with his,
Now he wiling and I don't have time for no fighting, man
Fuck do I look like, I'm Iron Man?
Fuck up like ninety bands, up on some Gucci, I like the new me 'cause the money comin' i-