[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Money all i think about
Its like that i dont care no more
b**h i could love you
But im runnin in and out the door
Im just having things getting things right before i go
Still im so young all ahead of me is f**ing throat
n***as hate on me but i used to be they idol tho
Mr roll man so yo b**h call me fabio
She be gettin wet when im coming out the audio
Chris travis smokin thirty blunts on her patio
Why you n***as mad but yo b**h want a cameo
In between her legs like a motherf**ing underscore
Boy i been a man need to check my portfolio
n***as think they famous but they [?] don't match they ratio
n***a you can't handle it you might as well give me that
n***as want to brawl beat his a** out his bucket hat
Once its coming off he won't ever ever get it back
n***as talk sh** but they pray so they get attacked
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
I smoke too many blunts to clear the river of my thoughts
And im not from chicago but i do not f** with thots
You lame n***as tryna be someone that you not
Just take a deep breathe my n***a cause you need to stop
And i be getting so high that i can't keep up with the time
And i be getting so high cause i can't deal with these lies
A n***a disrespect get his a** beat out his mind
Its crazy how you talkin tell your a** get demised