Nobody's Home (feat. Loop)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line
(Ringing my line)

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line
(It's ringing my shit)

I wish I could see it, my life changing up on a dime
(Cha-ching)

I'm chasing the cash while running away from my life

Let's have a toast
I just upgraded from coach
Bubble Montclair on my coat
My duffel, it smells like pneumonia
Bundle her up cause she cold

Yeah, I crack the code
Ball with the fam like I'm Zoe
Rolled up a cigarillo
My flow is like butter on toast

I'm just a average Joe
Turned himself up, no remote
Sharp like the blades on the grass that I mow
Now don't be a wise guy, you are not Yoda
Hustle, I do that the most
I leave it in, let it soak

Leaf looking green, I'm a smoke
I'm a machine and they cursing at me to please stop but I'm always on go
She got a body and say she a coach
Teaching Pilates and dancing on poles

Fitness her number one goal
Except, fitting this dick in her throat
Ducks in a row but my life is not perfect
At three in a row, bowlers call that a turkey

Hold up the standards, I'm like Gordon Ramsay and yeah I'm the hero
But this not my Emmy
Network just got a few zeros
With my brothers like Will Ferrell

Love em, I'm keeping it real
Winning, I love how I feel
I'm stamping my name and I'm closing the seal
Tar on my heel, I pulled on from my state

It's gon' say on my grave that I have mass appeal
I don't got cable, let's Netflix and chill
I like her angles, a cute one as well
Just take down the cell

The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line
The money is ringing, the money is ringing my line
It's ringing my shit
I wish I could see it, my life changing up on a dime

I'm chasing the cash while running away from my life
I just dropped some shirts, Gucci logo on my coat
Rich bitch
I'm on dope

Mixed in the drip with ice, now I'm sleeping in the snow
Rich bitch
Fifty thousand for my show
Skrt, skrt, skrt

Rarri skrt for my home
Rich bitch
Get the picture, you're like Vans gold
Vince Van Gogh

I'm on fire but I'm cold
Rich bitch
Because I sold my soul
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

Prada, Prada, Prada
Lauren, Lauren, Lauren
Lama, Lama, Lama
Dior, Dior

Saatchi, Saatchi
Vans, Vans
Birkin, Birkin
Bada, Bada, Badier

Chanel, Chanel
Gucci, Gucci
Man, I was a man about the money
Till the money made a boy

Pick a pocket, bitch
Just to brag about my toys
Clinically inspired, but this life is not a choice
In fact, my mama, in fact my mama called

But nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home, nobody's home
Boy, her, boy, boy, boy

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