I fucking love it, I’m gonna be a self made millionaire
Nigga fuck the public, y’all wasn’t for me anyway
Thats why i don’t trust them, and my shirt got drank on it
Im feeling like I’m Lucki
Niggas say they on my head but never even touched me
Boy you is a chicken, we gonna fry u like Kentucky
Feed up off your plate, but we never getting hungry
He looking like a mummy, police asking brain is fuzzy
Then I’m running, running, running
Trynna get to a bag
And that codeine pouring, pouring, pouring
Cause that pirate life fast
Got me moving so slow like my body aint in-tact
With my scammers from Canada we gonna get you a bag
They asking me mo, where did you go
Im gone off these pills, but I’m probably getting dough
Im gonna make the most, with some top floor bosses
Nigga do not cross us, we gon wet you like a faucet
I fucking love it, I’m gonna be a self made millionaire
Nigga fuck the public, y’all wasn’t for me anyway
Thats why i don’t trust them, and my shirt got drank on it
Im feeling like I’m Lucki