Plastic Bag lyrics

[Verse]
Money on my mind, b*tch, I grind, I'm a king (King)
I'ma serve that n*gga, treat that boy like he a fiend (Fiend)
I know you hating on me, send them shots, I bet he scream (Grrah)
I'ma f*ck your b*tch, yeah, she thought about me in her dream (Ha)
Diamonds dance, tell me what you [?] b*tch, I'm the man (Man)
f*cking with the gang, pull up on you, know I'm spraying (Grrah)
Jelly hit my line, said he got it for the low (Brr)
I pull up on you n*gga, hop out on you, let it go (Trill)
f*cking on your b*tch, she so thick, she on the floor (Gang)
I'ma get some money, add it up and watch it grow (Grow)
I'ma f*ck your b*tch, I put my di*k all in her throat
I'ma get some money, that's the only way to go (Trill)
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale (Yeah)
I'ma move the work, n*gga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire b*tch, I might melt (Gang)
f*cking with the game, I'ma murk you by myself (Grrah)
You know I get them packs, I run my city like I'm the mail (Trill)
Money on my mind, get it in, over there (Yeah)
Pack touchdown, boy, it came up out the L (Trill)
You know it ain't fair, I been doing my thing, hell yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, you tryna f*ck with me, you know I don't care
You a hating n*gga so you know I won't spill (Grrah), I'ma send a shell (Grrah)
n*ggas acting tough, your label put you on the shelf (Damn)
I been getting money 'til there ain't nothing left (Trill)
b*tch, you wanna f*ck with me, I told her I ain't got time
I'ma get the money 'cause I feel like it's all mine (Trill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you waste your money, b*tch, you a dumbf*ck
I be on the block, adding it up, putting that sh*t up
Know I got a shoebox full of hundreds somewhere (Gang)
n*gga hating on me, I'm getting money everywhere
n*ggas act like they lit, you ain't lit at all
I'ma get money, spend it all at the mall (Trill)
Make it back the next day, b*tch, I really ain't playing (No cap)
Head back to my hood, run it up 'cause I'm the man (Trill)
[Outro]
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale
I'ma move the work, n*gga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire b*tch, I might melt
f*cking with the game, I'ma murk you by myself
You know I get them packs, I run my city like I'm the mail