Verse 1:
Riding in that coupe
What it do
Ion fucks with you
You used to ride that passenger but now you walkin like a foo
You did what you did
And whats done has been done
But im gone smoke this spliff
To forget to hold on
Because ive been in this pain but its to hard to maintain
But im gon do me so im swervin to the bank
Get this money make it rain
Huslte moves
Im switchin lanes
Smoking weed into the brain
Spent 250 on the chain
And i came up from the dirt
Just a n***a that been hurt
But i ain't gon trip cause ive been through so much worst
But fuck all that shit
Im gon smoke this fuckin spliff
Let the feelings fade away so take another hit
Let them fade away
Fuck a feeling im chasing cake
I ain't chasing for the fame
I just wanna get paid
Moneys the motivation
Got the Og from jamaica
Dont fuck up rotation
Puff puff then forget ya
Chorus:
Ain't gettin paid
Ain't talkin that money get fuck off my face
It ain't to late
Might spend me a rack when im down in LA

Verse 2:
Fuck the fake love
That shit ain't meant to be
I rather chill with the bro while we smokin thc
I remember ridin in the coupe while you was next to me
But fuck that fake shit
Man im just gon do me
But ive been getting paid
And the money flow around
Ive been getting straight a’s
Can't wait for the cap and gound
But i gon get this money yeah
I ain't no dummy yeah
We gon start to flex got the rolex looking bloody yeah
Had a lot of love for the women of my dreams
But all that fucking love has been flowin downstream
Faker love than what it seems
So much pain i wanna scream
Guess we just on different teams
Turn this love into a meme yeah
You just gon do you
And im just gon do me
Im gon make it with brothers to the fuckin t o p
You just gon do you
And im just gon do me
Im gon make it with brothers to the fuckin t o p
Chorus:
Ain't gettin paid
Ain't talkin that money get fuck off my face
It ain't to late
Might spend me a rack when im down in LA