Porsche

I don't go chasin' these hoes
 I could just flex with my girl
 I want my stacks in the coupe
 I want my momma in pearls
 I want a house in the hills
 I want an automobile
 I don't need beds in the trap house
 You know I'm trap for real
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 If money is happiness I do not have any
 I wanna sleep in the Porsche
 I fall asleep in a chain
 I light it up like a torch
 Young nigga don't want no fame
 Just wanna sleep in a Porsche
 Just wanna sleep, sleep
 Just wanna sleep in a Porsche, yeah
 What's fifty something to a rich nigga? To a poor nigga that's stacks
 I just want fifty too with a couple zero's for a foreign coupe, and that's facts
 I just want more than you, and that's that
 I just want fortitude, with less chats
 I just want VVS's on VVS's rep UIP and that's Pack
 Poor problems that's more problems than money brings, and that's truth dog
 I don't ever want a new hoe
 Just a foreign coupe in that new home
 50k in the booth though
 Suicidal in two doors
 I'm a visionary, fuck missionary
 All it brings is just new woes, like man
 I'm sick of these niggas coz all of 'em testing me
 I'm sick of these bitches coz none of 'em tempting me
 I'm sick of my friends coz all of you stressing me
 I'm sick of just flexin' on all of my enemies
 I don't go chasin' these hoes
 I could just flex with my girl
 I want my stacks in the coupe
 I want my momma in pearls
 I want a house in the hills
 I want an automobile
 I don't need beds in the trap house
 You know I'm trap for real
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 If money is happiness I do not have any
 I wanna sleep in the Porsche
 I fall asleep in a chain
 I light it up like a torch
 Young nigga don't want no fame
 Just wanna sleep in a Porsche
 I fall asleep in a fake chain
 Still not enough for the fake J's
 Still I ain't flexin, pretendin, no droppin or spendin' to act like I'm fake paid
 See me, I'm reppin' the same thangs
 See me, I'm reppin' the same gang
 See me, I'm duckin' and swervin' and movin' a g
 You still in the same lane
 How the fuck rich niggas stay rich?
 Why the fuck broke niggas so broken?
 My new friends so comfortable
 But my broke niggas chase tokens
 I don't want fame and shit
 Fuck games and shit
 I don't fuck around with the lames and shit
 I fuck with the niggas that wanna be bigger, who look up and then aim for shit
 So I'm sick of these niggas coz all of 'em testing me
 I'm sick of these bitches coz none of 'em tempting me
 I'm sick of my friends, they turn into enemies
 Fuck all them niggas that think they ahead of me
 No one could better me
 I don't go chasin' these hoes
 I could just flex with my girl
 I want my stacks in the coupe
 I want my momma in pearls
 I want a house in the hills
 I want an automobile
 I don't need beds in the trap house
 You know I'm trap for real
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 I could just sleep in the Porsche
 If money is happiness I do not have any
 I wanna sleep in the Porsche
 I fall asleep in a chain
 I light it up like a torch
 Young nigga don't want no fame
 Just wanna sleep in a Porsche