​supposed to do lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Lonely
Lone (This is Cade, is it actually?)
Jewelry all on the mic n' sh*t

[Chorus]
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This b*tch in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah)
I like you and you, oh, I like you, and you too
But I ain't got no time for either one, no, neither onе of you (Damn)
And I ain't got no time for myself no more, that's what monеy do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil' n*gga, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for clothes and dope and cars, not hoes, lil' n*gga, what's wrong with you?

[Verse]
I stay with my bro, because he keep a pole, he tote and he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if that f*ck n*gga told, 'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax, 'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause n*gga, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid b*tch, yeah, ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil' b*tch I ball all day, just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these n*ggas lame, they watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause they not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, b*tch, I'm paid in full
In the trap b*tch, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your b*tch move
Yeah, these n*ggas making b*tch moves, man
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke n*gga, you can't fool me, dude (Nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This b*tch in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah)
I like you and you, oh, I like you, and you too
But I ain't got no time for either one, no, neither one of you (Damn)
And I ain't got no time for myself no more, that's what money do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil' n*gga, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for clothes and dope and cars, not hoes, lil' n*gga, what's wrong with you?

[Outro]
Yeah