Sassa Money

I need my Sassa money From the fucking government That's my suitcase It got nothing in it Need my fucking paper Like the paper man Life gave me lemons I make lemonade Ay Feel like paperboi I'm bout to kick the door I am real annoyed Cause your music makes me snore Must've struck a nerve Cause your shit is sounding forced Take it back to Udubs Cause I think you need a course Study dawg Your music turn everybody off Not your homie Not your pal Please don't ever call me buddy dawg Shit can get real muddy dawg (Fr) You're really pissing everybody off Broke but got a lot of money talk You don't respect me I don't respect you Need to cut off my lose ends 'Fore they get lose (Ahhh) Gotta find my purpose Do shit I was meant to Gotta let go of resentment and revenge too Niggas hating on me? Talk to my hand That's on my cashews I don't want a nice girl Want a bad bitch That's for my mental I don't know her intentions But our love life is a caption Same old me She switched up But I'm adapting Way too ahead darling (Is jy jas?) Need to be fed darling (Is jy jas?) Is you FED darling? (Is jy jakes?) Inspired by a dead artist (Is jy jas?) Ahhh You a wolf in sheep skin I see right through it Thinking of a lotta crazy shit And I might do it Scary hours (Ay) Scary hours (Ay) Scary hours (Ay) Scary hours (Ay) It's time now I'm a living ticking time bomb Love to hit with the lights on This the journey of a icon!