Why Can't I Cry $$$ - Father

Out of her skirt, dancing on mirrors, into her nostrils

She plottin' on fossil because of the way I’m spreadin' my gospel

Hella apostles, bitch, who trying to stop me

Judas with Ruger can’t even come pop me

I hope that these niggas don’t try to 2Pac me

The only one scared about being too poppin

But no other option, being broke not an option

I’d rather get rope and then climb to the top

Then jump the fuck off and then kill myself

You know what the fuck I’m saying

Fuck that shit

Get this dough

Fuck that bitch

Wrist done froze

Broke my wrist

Tryna fist fuck a bitch

I need flight, fee, hotel now

Don’t like me, oh well now

You should have held me down

Now I’m just gonna watch you drown

I’m back on clear boy fuck the brown

Yeah, I feel fantastic

Shorty says she so elastic

Nasty, ass thick, doll face, plastic

She can’t fathom how i split her atoms

Leave her soaking wet, jerkin', hurtin', having spasms

A cataclysm when a nigga hit

Cryptic, my tongue you can’t decipher shit

I’m whippin', I’m whippin', pneumonia my wrist

Walk right in your shit, give no fuck about your list

'Cause I need a check

Young hot ebony and pale brunette

You can miss me with that shit bout who next

While I flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Why can’t I cry money instead of tears?

Ride around in brand new gear

Hella ammo, no more fear

Why can’t I cry money instead of tears?

So much white, so much clear

I could never have career

Why can’t I cry money instead of tears?

Alize, black gold

Pussy lips, black hole

Young nigga, black goals