text: Ready
  About to get this money
  In and out, just like last time
  Anything pop off
  We get outta here
  We driving real slow and
  We dont never let nobody know when
  We about to motherfucking blow shit
  Pull your mask down
  We ready to go and and
  We driving real slow and
  We dont never let nobody know when
  We about to motherfucking blow shit
  Pull your mask down baby
  We could go and and
  Hustle hard look lavish when you show up
  Niggas got the drive
  All we missing is the come up
  Runnin through your houses
  Snatchin all the shit up
  Baby get your licks up
  Maybe we could sit up
  Honest stack of cash
  Get the money thats the motive
  Niggas get to bustin when they see clip loaded
  Not a bad person
  Gotta hustle so I dont get
  Pull up to the house
  Take a hit up off that choppa
  Pull your mask down
  Load the bullets in the choppa
  Look me in the eyes when we hop out of the Honda
  Creepin on the lawn like shadows, no pausing
  He said baby are you ready
  Dont be scared think deadly
  Move fast like a jetski
  When we rollin in the paper
  I swear that we gettin married
  Heart beatin
  Knees start to weakin
  We become dependent
  Hittin licks on every weekend
  I wonder do you ever get tired of this
  Cause fast money aint forever
  But no money aint no better
  Doing what we gotta do
  To accumulate the chedder
  He leaned over and whispered gave me a kiss
  Cause
  Baby I love you
  You know know that I love you so much
  That Id do about anything for you
  Even risk it all 
  And Im torn between my heart and mind
  Trying to convince myself that this is right
  For all we know it could be all last night
  For all we know it could be our last time
  Dont fucking move
  Why the fuck are you in my fucking house
  We pulled up to the second house on the left
  Nerves as fuck
  You could hear it in our breath
  Anyways he touched my face so softly
  And I knew it was time
  For a split second
  All I wanted to do was cry
  Not out of fear
  Just my heart screaming how wrong it all was
  But its survival of the fittest
  Sometimes things are wrong in love
  Mask on, hands clasped, prayers to the sky
  God watch over us
  Love, Kehlani and Klyde