Buena Vida

[Verse 1] I'm just sitting here faded Discussing money problems with niggas I get paid with Cause money ain't never made sense And some of the girls I laid with I'm happy I never stayed with Man I dodged them bullets like the matrix I'm loved and I'm hated You see hoes and have relations Me and goes have no relation No debating I'm just saying that We ain't on the page to have stimulative conversations I'm on dates no expiration They're just basic man let's face it Rules are meant for breaking I'm snoozing in the AMs up in studio in the PMs Probably in your girlfriend DMs Twitter things, she forgot to mention she was taken But the mind vs the heart is like when Freddie vs Jason Twitter after dark, one eye on me like the masons But I'm strictly about that money Lovey dovey never paid rent Or for them Prada patents Bruddas told me to have patience Now there's horse shoes on my denims And them red stains on the pavement [Verse 2] Scene full of artist, I'm the only nigga painting Been through the hardest all these trials and tribulations Tryna chase this money but I'm tripping on my laces I ain't tripping over bitches they ain't with me I replace em Trip to the Bahamas smoking ganja with Jamaicans Thinking about my father I ain't heard from him in ages Henny with the codeine in the darkest situations So low I swear I could see Satan Solo on my own I ain't riding with them pagans Queen runs the city got my niggas out here slaving City full of crack it reminds me of the Haitians I know City's got my back Knew that nigga since the play pen Tryna keep me out the trap and stay trapped in education I'm an addict to this cash They can't see the fascination Queen Elizabeth it's a mad infatuation Tryna get it till death That's my only aspiration I'm just saying "What?!" [Verse 3] Can't a young nigga get money anymore? Tell them labels it's A2 that's knocking at the door Can I get an album deal and maybe one tour Cause I'm 22 now I need a meal by 24 And we be catching Zeds But nigga we do not snore And if the money don't sleep I'm in deep you're at the shore If looks could you take and peak and your a corpse RIP Entrepreneur I need my face up in the Forbes Plus a Panamera Porsche House with four floors Spouse, but no whore Her blouse is C Dior My money's looking Crouch While your stack is Seven Dwarf Bank balance is a challenge it's Yoda, feeling the force Too short, your chick is getting bored She held my pouch and now your love life is on pause The king of hearts Ace of Spades, I let her pour My model hand on my bottle I'm letting her pop the cork [Bridge] And she said can't young nigga get money anymore? We eat bread, cause I break it like it's the law Or the last supper, I know my pasts tougher But the future keeps telling me look forward Doc told me A2 they can't handle you The Doc told me I'm fly when I just had the flu They're lying down they can't stand the truth Don't talk to me about music my Nigga, I'll embarrass you [Hook] Toast to Buena Vida still screaming hasta la vista If money grows on tree then I'm posted up by the tree trunk With a fly diva, flying without a visa Knightsbridge shopping on her Visa, get it? Loves designer, River Island is beneath her Doesn't ever smoke she might do a little shisha T-Shirt and her panties on something like Adina Now her t-shirt and her panties on the floor, we need to clean up We got company.. [Outro] Playing Weeknd on a weekday Sweets like a replay Always stunting ? (Laughs) Yeah, Buena Vida