Manage lyrics

[Chorus: K Suave]
I don't know how much money I really made today
f*cking that b*tch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
f*ck your dead homies, p*ss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My b*tch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it, but he just rapping
I step on the work I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage

[Verse: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you run out of money, it's hard to manage
I got your b*tch in my spot dancing
This a rockstar life, n*gga, Marilyn Manson
Yeah, they don't want smoke, cancer
I got too many vibes running 'round the mansion
I know these n*ggas fake, they switch up just like [?]
And this Margiela fur, guess I forgot to mention
Yeah, hold up, I'm tripping
These n*ggas ain't on sh*t, they b*tches
Gun 'em down, light 'em up like Christmas
I'm with some real right n*ggas, they dripping
Yeah, I'm being real, I ain't playing with you
Getting money was part of the plan, n*gga
I been fly, get 'em focused, they pay attention
And I'm getting paid, lil' b*tch, so I can't pay attention
Keep 'em close, but no, I don't play with b*tches
I'm too fly, these folks gotta pay for pictures
I took his ho 'cause she know that a n*gga different
Yeah, I'm getting money, no, I'm nothing like you n*ggas
In the back of the whip with your wifey, n*gga
Smoking exotic dope, I'm getting high, n*gga
Yeah, all my partners, they play with the fire, n*gga
Run up and try this sh*t, I bet you die, n*gga (Okay)
[Chorus: K Suave]
I don't know how much money I really made today
f*cking that b*tch from the back
Blowing it up, now she straight
I get to the money, that's like every day
I need all my chips, I ain't talking Lays
Hella chains on me like I'm a slave
f*ck your dead homies, p*ss on they grave
Eatin' real good, gotta say grace
Cashing out, I don't know the price
Seen the crib, she wanna live this life
My b*tch got a Porsche and it drive nice
They listen to me, I'm the captain
He said that he 'bout it but he just rapping
I step on the work, I be tap dancing
You run out of money, it's hard to manage