Why Can’t I Cry $​$​$

Lyrics

[Verse] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Outro] Alize, black gold Pussy lips, black hole Young nigga, black goals