text: King Midas
  Streets so sad
  Ride around town, thinkin bout my homie
  I need that bag
  Got that case a nigga try to get up on me
  Stop draggin my swag
  Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy
  Long live Up Next
  Now I gotta do it all on my lonely
  How they gon try to compare us? 
  I hang with ballers and players 
  I couldve been in the feds 
  If I wasnt sitting on some bread 
  But Im in the house with the money piling 
  Come here, lil bitch, give me head 
  She huffin and puffin bout baby bottles 
  Baby, I need all my meds 
  How they gon try to compare us? 
  I hang with ballers and players 
  I couldve been in the feds 
  If I wasnt sitting on some bread 
  But Im in the house with the money piling
  Come here, lil bitch, give me head
  She huffin and puffin bout baby bottles
  But baby, I need all my meds
  Baby, I need all my meds
  Baby, I need all my meds
  Im in the house with the money piling
  Come here, lil bitch, give me head
  She huffin and puffin bout baby bottles
  But baby, I need all my meds
  Wipe off the whips with the rag 
  We got bikes we forgot in the shed 
  Pour up lean and I sip, I dont share 
  Fully loaded, Im comin prepared 
  Youd rather sit round and hate
  But Id rather go get to that bread 
  Youd rather go on a date
  Id just rather count money instead 
  How you dont know what to wear? 
  I like for niggas to stare 
  How her ass touching her hair? 
  But I do not like to share 
  We walk around at the fair 
  Niggas is turnin they heads 
  Cant wait to get in the crib 
  Why I thank God in the Benz
  How they gon try to compare us? 
  I hang with ballers and players 
  I couldve been in the feds 
  If I wasnt sitting on some bread 
  But Im in the house with the money piling
  Come here, lil bitch, give me head
  She huffin and puffin bout baby bottles
  But baby, I need all my meds
  Baby, I need all my meds
  Baby, I need all my meds
  Im in the house with the money piling
  Come here, lil bitch, give me head
  She huffin and puffin bout baby bottles
  But baby, I need all my meds
  Baby I need all my meds
  Got blue hundreds, Im stacking this bread 
  All this drank, got me wakin up late 
  I got thirty racks stashed by the bed 
  Your girlfriend wanna go on a date 
  We in traffic, she givin me head 
  Im a boss, I put you in your place 
  Better watch what you say, I aint playin 
  You my brother, I ride for my mans 
  You stayed down and you stuck to the plan 
  I got you when you stuck in a jam 
  Ride or die when it comes to the fam 
  Takin pictures, I shine when the lights off
  She wanna know what my chain cost
  VVS teeth when I floss
  Takin wins, cant take a loss
  All this money, probably need a vault
  You doin bad and its not my fault
  They hatin on you when you do good
  Im doing me, just as I should
  I really wish a pussy nigga would
  Me and Skola, we in your hood
  Double cup and a Backwood
  We live a life that you wish you could