I been livin' better, what can I say?
I been livin' better, what can I say?
Goyard .40 in the
Yeah

Goyard .40 in the waist
Makes me more excessive in a way
I can't let the money get away
I done spent my life on a chase
You can throw the dice or play it safe
Still prayin' for a better day
Go head and get the bag and spin away
I'ma pull a Benz to Heaven gates

I can't sell my soul for the money
Even though the goal was the money
Playin' on that road, that was nothin'
Goin' back and forth, that was nothin'
Jump right in the Porsche and press a button
Dog her ass out, I know she love me
It wasn't easy for me
If I had to pick, I'm choosin' lean
Gettin' you Chanel and Celine
That ain't did nothin' for me
I won't let the fame change me
Caught a new disease, Gangrene
Strap screamin' out, "Take me!" (I got you)
I don't leave the house without that (uh-uh)
She was lookin' soft as a cheese
She don't know I set a mousetrap
I done hit the ground one day
But you know I had to bounce back
I was on a hound somedays
Prayin' on the way and there back
How it's yours but she all in my face?
I don't even know her like that
Had to let that money work through the streets
Thought I wasn't blowin' off rap (yeah)

Goyard .40 in the waist
Makes me more excessive in a way
I can't let the money get away (I can't let the money)
I done spent my life on a chase (I done spent my life)
You can throw the dice or play it safe (you can throw the dice)
Still prayin' for a better day
Go head and get the bag and spin away
I'ma pull a Benz to heaven gates (I'ma pull a Benz)

I can't sell my soul for the money
Even though the goal was the money
Goyard .40 in the waist

Copyright: EMPIRE
Writer(s): Marcellus Register, William Moore