Murda - Digital Money lyrics

[Verse 1] She don't wan' f** for the minimum She just tryna f** with some criminals Mobsters and bosses and generals She not tryna give up that na na na na For no free 99 Open your eyes and start freeing your mind Would you try make a mil off of retail Shed the details on real detail Run up the digital money Gotta keep checking the email Where's the females? Too much G mails Pull up the bag on you dumbos Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo Skinny jeans with the ripped holes Think they Rick Owens, I got so many I don' sold plenty, I don' pour plenty Split my soul plenty All for your loyalty The family all royalty Put my daughter in Christian Dior Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor I always knew I wanted more Jimmy the young bleeding bull Jimmy the young bleeding bull [Chorus] Don't you know I try Don't you know how I Care so much I die Need you by my side Don't you know I try Don't you know how I Care so much I die Need you by my side