Doing Well (Fuck My Money)

Lyrics

[Intro] Now I'm doing well (Yeah, don't check up on me) I know they can tell (Yeah, I know they can tell) Now—now—now—, now I'm doing well (What?) (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?) I-I-I-I—I know they can tell Uh-huh [Refrain] Better be quiet with my queen, that's Q, that's faculty (Woah) Bitch, we smokin' on your opps, better ask ya G (Uh-huh) Poppin' flats, I was with Ari since the Ecstasy, uh (Ecstasy) But you know she out because you know I fuck wit' G (Fuck wit' G—what? Woo) [Chorus] Know some young niggas that'll do ya for a Gucci belt (What?) No matter what I say, you know my words, they're gonna sell (Yeah) Niggas thought I was gon' fail, but I turned it around and I prevailed (On God) I could be at two places at the same time, I'll see you in Heaven and Hell (Woah) Baby girl, I know your facе pretty, but I wanna see your tail (Woah) I done fucked all y'all niggas' bitchеs, I don't kiss and tell (Uh-huh) Fast-ass nigga ain't gettin' no money, I can tell y'all broke as hell (Nuh-uh) I rather get slow money, you can call me a snail (Woah) [Verse] Nigga said, "Fuck my money", I said, "Um, what else?", uh Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I said "Well, was that in 2012?" (Uh-huh) I got lettuce, cabbage, spinach, and that kale (Uh-huh) I'm a real deal chick magnet, your girl on my trail (Uh-huh) I swear I been swaggin', I don't shop on Grailed (Let's go) I just bagged a baddie off my album sales (Uh-huh) And she got a fatty (Uh-huh), she don't skip no meals (Yeah) I went up in my status (Ayy), Roc Nation get mills (Yeah, brrr) Y'all don't want no wreck (Brrr) I just talked to Dest' (Hello?), it was 'bout a check (Okay) Forty on her desk (Million), yes, I took that forty and turned into my best Yeah, turned into my best Four Pound on me, dawg, you better stop that, dawg (Stop that, dawg) No, we cool, lil' man (We cool, lil' man) She gon' knock him off (Let's go, knock him off) Had your bitch in my hood and she gon' top me off, yeah (Let's go) Told the bitch "Knock that off," ayy Told the bitch, put on her draws (Yeah) Made her walk back home, yeah (Walk it back) I can't drop her off, yeah VVS my neck, ooh, what's that? Diamond talk, yeah Presidential on my wrist, yeah, take your watch right off, ooh (Obama, baby) I fucked your bitch in the dark, yeah I fucked your bitch in my arms, yeah (Uh-huh) Okay, I told you "Don't start," uh I'm your big brother like Lars, yeah Okay, a nigga from outer space, that why I'm close to the stars (Woah) The way that I pull up, it's automatic car start I don't even know 'bout a car park (Skrrt) You know that my girl don't got no heart Every time we link, it's rated to RR Four Pound on me, dawg, you better stop that, dawg (Stop that, dawg) No, we cool, lil' man (We cool, lil' man) She gon' knock him off, yeah (Let's go, knock him off) Had your bitch in my hood and she gon' top me off, yeah (Let's go) Told the bitch "Knock that off," ayy Told the bitch, put on her draws (Yeah) I got too much swag, too many coats, too many jacket Gotta let bygones be bygones She swallow my dick, bogglin' my mind I'm makin' these bands, like my name Elon Prada my grill, I'm swallowin' nylon Nylon swallow me just like a python Every time I'm in this bitch with my slime-slime You don't know what I got, right up on my mind Yes, I get high as a bitch (High as hell) How high? Get high as I can get, uh-huh Yes, I can hire a bitch (Hire a bitch) Hit her once, then fire a bitch, uh-huh These niggas comment shit (Yeah) While we countin' all the commas and shit (Ayy) Yes, I stay with that Llama on hip (Woah) She said I'm raw, ain't no condoms in this bitch (One, two, three, nigga) First ones comin' in the field, yeah You better mind your business, yeah You know I had to pop me a pill Saw some opps and my clips extended, yeah Woah, been a minute, yeah Leave my lil' opp finished, yeah, yeah (Got finished, got finished) I'm a menace, yeah, opps got knocked off, now I'm free, yeah (I'm free) [Chorus] Know some young niggas that'll do ya for a Gucci belt (What?) No matter what I say, you know my words, they're gonna sell (Yeah) Niggas thought I was gon' fail, but I turned it around and I prevailed (On God) I could be at two places at the same time, I'll see you in Heaven and Hell (Woah) Baby girl, I know your face pretty, but I wanna see your tail (Woah) I done fucked all y'all niggas' bitches, I don't kiss and tell (Uh-huh) Fast-ass nigga ain't gettin' no money, I can tell y'all broke as hell (Nuh-uh) I rather get slow money, you can call me a snail (Woah) [Refrain] Better be quiet with my queen, that's Q, that's faculty (Woah) Bitch, we smokin' on your opps, better ask ya G (Uh-huh) Poppin' flats, I was with Ari since the Ecstasy, uh (Ecstasy) But you know she out because you know I fuck wit' G (Fuck wit' G—woah) [Outro] Now I'm doing well I know they can tell Now—now—now—, now I'm doing well I-I-I-I—I know they can tell