[Intro: Producer Tag] [High-pitched Female Vocals Sample] CJ been goin' crazy with this beat. [Verse 1] When the world on your shoulder, you gotta adjust (Okay) When you stuck on your face, you can't cry for love (Uh-uh) I got demons, they follow me, gotta get off of me All of that pain was apart of my prophecy Me and the money got monogamy (Okay, okay) I got a bad b*tch from East London, she swallop me (Ooh) I think I told her too much, she was talkin' 'bout following me (Huh?) Wait, okay Ayy, watch your mouth when you talk to a G (Uh-huh) Okay, whoa, ooh This is how I'm supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay, supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Okay, supposed to be, supposed to be, supposed to be (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Woah, oh Okay Okay, okay, okay, okay [Chorus] I can't even front I just want the money, don't need your love All this gas, it got me going dumb Too many shots, now I'm going dumb (Dumb, dumb) Okay, I can't even front I just want the money, don't need your love All this gas, it got me going dumb Too many shots, now I'm going dumb (Dumb, dumb, dumb) Ayy [Verse 2] Who you know do it like this? (Ayy) On my bucket list, I just add more chicks (Ayy) I was just broke, now I'm lookin' like a lick (Ayy) I was just broke, now I'm f*ckin' on your b*tch (Ayy) I ain't doin' no loans, you can save all the tears (Ayy) Yeah, I did what I did, I got no regrets (Ayy) Had to bust my ass to get here (Ayy) Yeah, I still pray to God even though I sin (Ayy) I might take my brother to a club in West End (Ayy) If you on the fence, we gon' leave you right there (Ayy) This is the start, this is not where it ends (Ayy) 'Cause I'm going dumb, I do it again (Ayy, ayy) I know you hate that I'm winning, lil' b*tch (Ayy) I know you hate that I'm gettin' it, lil' b*tch (Ayy) I know you hate that I'm winning, lil' b*tch (Ayy) I know you hate that I'm gettin' it, lil' b*tch (Ayy) [Pre-Chorus] Woah, oh Okay Okay, okay, okay, okay [Chorus] I can't even front I just want the money, don't need your love All this gas, it got me going dumb Too many shots, now I'm going dumb (Dumb, dumb) Okay, I can't even front I just want the money, don't need your love All this gas, it got me going dumb Too many shots, now I'm going dumb (Dumb, dumb, dumb)
