Oh my God it's Jay Montana man
I can't love no b1tch 'cause I want money, yea I run it up
Sippin' too damn much I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut
Chillen with the gang up in LA, oh yea we stup1d up
How you fall in love, man she don't want you, you a stup1d f7ck
I can't love no b1tch, man they be plottin' and they schemin'
Talkin' down on gang, I'm finna pull up wit' my demons
Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neimans
Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic