CT FREE

my minds always racing. hungry tummy's aching. i need a vacation .

get all my pockets swoll all my bars are gold and you can tell a nigga faded

as long as my niggas make it paper precipitation from all the money

we making? DAMN they aim for my head like some bugs in a bed

big stacks what i'm chasing. if you want to make a statement run up

when it's late to late sirens blazing baby girl look me in my eye

and say i'm crazy. "I'll be back maybe" "don't call me your baby"

"The fuck wrong with her?" i see the bigger picture fuck all these niggas

i'm down for my niggas yeah. we bound to pull some triggers fucking

robbing hittas what's a dollar to some rich kids?