COST A LOT/ON A MISSION lyrics

Part I

[Intro]
Yah (Phew-phew-phew-phew-phew-phew)
Okay (huh), okay
Uh, yah

[Verse]
I got some sh*t on my mind, tryna figure out how to tell you (Huh)
Workin' every day, I won't fade (Yeah)
I been all around the world and I'm still tryna get this paper for us, uh
We in a pent-house suite, we ain't in a rush
Whatever I say, whatever I do, it's finna get done
Broke her back right by that water (That water)
Havin' cash money, Dwayne Carter (Dwayne Carter)
I'm the type n*gga to f*ck on your mom and your daughter, but I'm not your father
She call me daddy, yuh (Yuh), shе like expensivе stuff (Yuh)
It ain't never enough (Nah), it ain't too many to do this
We're the ones setting this sh*t off, gon' pop it
Next to my name got some profits
I'm with the members right now, if you try one of us, we gon' cross 'em out proper (Huh)
Red (Huh), cup, double cup, Red (Red)
She do not talk and go straight to the head
Big by my business, they know how I play (Draft, huh, yah, phew)
I'ma count it (Count it), count it, count it, count it, count it till my fingers bleed
I'ma chase and get whatever I need, forever reachin' my fantasy
I'll be that n*gga who I plan to be
For real though, a hero, Draft don't f*ck with these weirdos
Lame ass n*ggas tryna be around them, but they can't, they ain't got no rank
f*ck what they think, wire that sh*t to my bank
I almost thought about you for a second, I'm back on my money, my game
Part II
[Intro]
(Forbidden)

[Verse]
I've been laid back but I'm on a mission
Money on my mind like I'm 'Wayne Carter to you b*tches
Finna wrap the truck, know it's up when they see me
Dog ass n*gga goin' fed like I'm Mike V
Walked up in the spot, know I'm geeked, ain't no "might be"
It's fans in that motherf*cker, yeah, more than likely
We got fans in that motherf*cker, dove in that, nine feet
Plus one where my b*tch is, criteria me
I ain't never had no wish list, but I made it true
My b*tch get lonely, so I bought her ass a Yorkie Poo
Big ass Chanel bag in that b*tch, baby blue
Pent-house Miami suite, know I got a ocean view
Where we hit a strip club, get to thumbin' through
Bills flyin', we gon' make it jump like we caught a boost
Rockin' all white, but that don't mean we gon' call it truce
Better bad whips pullin' up like the f*ckin' troop
n*ggas actin' like they be rich, but where the f*ckin' proof?
Talkin' all that motherf*ckin' sh*t, I need to see it too
You got your homie clothes on, so how you bein' you?
Draft Day ring side while you watchin' pay-per-view
Popped up in your city, so you know they had paid to view me
Got some vibes up in my session, they ready to screw me
We got ties in any session, my dawg be movin' it
He done caught a ***, then he went up on the run
And people tried to catch him, but they damn sure couldn't find a gun
Oh, you tryna steal swag, you won't be my son
It's only one first pick, b*tch, I'm number one
Double cup misfit, we gon' sell some sh*t
I've been up all night tryna get more rich
And the energy different, you can feel the shift
Put it in sport plus, I just switched the gear
Huh, I've been ridin' with the— Yeah
Ain't no fear up in my heart, [?] (Forbidden)