Inna Attic Crookz - Maintenance lyrics

I'ma drop Stop Running from the cops I'ma roll another blizzy I'ma pour another shot It's a lot, but Where the f** the roll without the rock? Homie I ain't gon stop till a mothaf**a on top Big dreams Big money schemes Want a big body benz And a big body beam like Nothing was the same Just how nothing how it seem I just want a big castle with a mad hot queen like Nothing ever seem right Only going down on that b**h if the clean wipe So saline tight Like I might wanna pull up on ya baby The way ya hips are moving I admit it f**ing drives me crazy So maybe You'll hop up in my ride, close the cabin doors Grab your a**, you ask for more And I ain't even know how long it's lasting for It's straight up in the f**ing morning past 4 Damn Get the f** out my door For sure Money, Pain, Galore Feel like I'm trapped in the figure 4 Leg lock Nothing's helping but maybe the morgue Nah Nothing's helping so you know I'm staying high as a pilot I'm in the sky and I'm flying That's why my eyes stay dilated Getting high on a dire basis I'm f**ed Kind of acquire a lot of maintenance But f** it I'm putting that on nobody Noone dealing with my sh** Parents looking at me, helping any way they can And I'm so grateful for them When I make it I'ma take em courtside Yeah some seats right across from the bench