Imagine

(Hook) I put that on my life, everything that I own At the end of the day, we just wanna be on We 'bout money and hoes, Fuck getting a job Then I’m selling them cells, till I get me a drop X 2 (Verse 1) Man I’m just a young nigga gettin it Rich and ignorant With sloppy ass penmanship At Saks Fifth, I got a lifetime membership You just now catching up, but we been the shit So don’t try us, my goon niggas got fryers I'll hold that thang to his head like a blow drier I’m no liar, I fuck her till she’s so tired She can’t stand it I’m home running, grand slamming I’m chilling, I’m chilling, I’m feeling this drink Fuck what a nigga think, I ain’t hearing complaints I gotta do what I want You wasting all of your time Unless you’re being yourself The shit that’s all in your mind This bullshit, fairy tale, they made up a long time ago, let 'em go That’s why you’re going through the drama for Porsche truck pulling up to Benihana's ho Looking like I’m selling kinds of dope (Hook) (Verse 2) Swimming deep in that water, not even farther we go Just hold your breath a little longer cause the bottom is close But if your lungs can’t take it, the pain is too much With all that pressure on you girl, your little frame will get crushed It’s a dirty game, who can you trust Cause if we lose, they gonna put it on us Girl so hurry up, acting like it’s no rush You getting left behind, you getting left in that dust Just sitting away, on the perfect presentation Not how you supposed to be living, you gotta make a decision And I got faith in that booty, like a fucking religion I’m bout to cash out, sending 50 phones to my dad's house I’m leaving with them boxes like I’m taking the trash out, the fast route And I don’t know how long this money bout to last now And I’m spend it up until the bag down I’m liking how them Fendi sweat pants bring ya ass out (Hook)