Yeah, no self-control on my own

Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah

In my wallet, in my rib cageI love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go with it

I told her whether you like it or not

This thing of ours tied in a knot, I can′t hold it no more

I don't think these venues supposed to hold venom or

I don′t think exposure to this cold is for a nigga, boy

I don't even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys

I be talking shit that it ain't English words fitting for

I be in the bottom of the barrel

In the studio was raised in, just consumed in my vocation

That or loopy in rotation, that or-

In the oven shooting movies with some brothers

Youthful stupor ′cross our faces, hey, man

No self-control on my own

Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah

In my wallet, in my rib cage

I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go

Knowing money go with it