作词 : Casey Copeland
作曲 : Casey Copeland
[Chorus]

Get sick and tired when I chase hoes
I get lonely by myself, that’s okay bro
*** I’m widdit if we talking bout my paystub
I get money every time I think I’ll stay broke

Get sick and tired when I chase hoes
I get lonely by myself, that’s okay bro
*** I’m widdit if we talking bout my paystub
I get money every time I think I’ll stay broke

[VERSE 1]

How you wife a whole queen but she all on my line
If you gave her what she need then she wouldn’t need muah
I ain’t even make her choose in between him or I
Long as we know what it is baby we gon be fine

Make it drop drop on me as my feet gon recline
Watch her hit the bend snap like it’s legally blonde
She think I’m her favorite, I think that’s recency bias
But I keep it to myself, need some peace and some quiet

I don’t talk about nothing, keep my ** airtight
If I catch the *** lackin' girl its dead on sight
I can’t keep my head straight, it stay on my mind
Girl them walls so dark they stay on my light

Baby don’t let me lose focus
I remember how the ropes is
Niggas can’t ** with Yung Copeland
I need my Bucks like Andrew Bogut

I need my bucks and I don’t need nothing else
These reckless DMs **ing up my health
Nigga carpe diem, I just need myself
Either AM/PM need my wealth


[Chorus]

Get sick and tired when I chase hoes
I get lonely by myself, that’s okay bro
*** I’m widdit if we talking bout my paystub
I get money every time I think I’ll stay broke

Get sick and tired when I chase hoes
I get lonely by myself, that’s okay bro
*** I’m widdit if we talking bout my paystub
I get money every time I think I’ll stay broke

[VERSE 2]

I need a chain for every year of black pain
Water on my neck for all the time we been drained
Make up for lost time with time on my wrist
Checking on my checks and I ain’t checking on you ***

I get it myself if I want
Girl you see through, I don’t need your **ing help, *** I’m gone
Time is money, I been eating since like 12 in the morn
It’s on my term, you ain’t leaving me, believe in me I’m God

Okay, I’m Sick of dealing with weak women who don’t know my worth
If you want a hot nigga you gon have to go through the cold shoulder first
Gotta ** em out while I’m smokin' purp
When I even out, girl it’s adios
Ima keep the ** a **ing buck 50 and that’s even bigger than my body goal
Nigga this is not a **in party song
This is life music, I live to it, I die through it
No time for yo Lil bunk ass, that’s how I’m moving

Nigga time moving fast
Never trippin off what I coulda been
You in love with something? Die for it then
Freaking it and Ima ride to the end
Leave a *** and stick it right to the man