Leave Me

I ain't ever spent no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, but the money never heal shit
 I pop pills, can't feel shit
 (Money never, money never, money never heal shit)
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
 I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna flex
 I just spend 800 on tech
 She tryna fuck me, told her only want the neck
 She tryna love me, but I only want respect
 Ooh, I just wan' get to this fetty
 Think I'm gon die, I ain't ready, so I'm gon' sip plenty
 I dropped a bean in my Henny
 Drugs and money, I got plenty lbs and blue Benjies
 Went from Levi's to the Ksubis
 How the fuck you gon' be hoeing then say please don't use me?
 Walkin' around with that wock on me
 Remember I used to have that Glock on me
 Need a jag, I need a watch on me, ooh
 Feds hot, swear they watchin' me, ooh
 Need a jag, I need a watch on me, ooh
 Feds hot, I swear they watching me, uh
 I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, but the money never heal shit
 I pop pills, can't feel shit
 (Money never, money never, money never heal shit)
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
 I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Wake up wishin' I ain't wake up
 Fucked that ho, we never made love
 Her face, it looked just like a angel
 The type you fuck wit' with no makeup
 Maybe our paths wasn't meant to be crossed, I accept it if I lost
 Know I'm blessed with how I think, also know that that's a curse
 Complexity of a god
 Fuck, soon I'll be in the limelight drugged out
 Thinking 'bout nothing but money
 Funny how only the people below me think they above me
 Lowkey fuckin' love me, hoping with the best intent that I die
 So they can take my place, 'cause they think I'm lucky
 Damn, you really think it's luck, G?
 You can leave me or love me
 I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, ew
 Bitch, don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heron up my nose, relapse, can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous
 Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
 Heron on my waist, got bags on my face, yeah
 Bitch don't even ask me if this real
 Balenciaga sneakers, use the money tryna heal shit
 Smoke so much, pop pills, can't feel shit
 Heroin up my nose, relapse can't deal shit
 And I'm still on a search for my purpose
 'Cause working ain't worth it
 And movin' all this work got me nervous, said