I don´t want to hope
I don´t want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah

They wanted me to change, ain´t think this shit come with distance
Experience and repititon, I always stay on my pivot
I ride and smoke with my homies, I never tell ´em the vision
I do my dirt by my lonely, I probably won´t get a visit
I´m thinkin´ ´bout all my aunties and uncles, and how they´re feelin´
"Ray, how you get it and shit? Your parents raised you a Christian"
I´m pullin´ up in valet, I hop out clean and I tip ´em
They let me in through the kitchen, I´m only here for some dinner
Was a bench player, startin´ five, bad bitches, harmonize

Front row, shawty wanna go, we keep lockin´ eyes
Chanel low, Chanel high tide, I cannot decide
Get this money, no more droppin´ fours, no more droppin´ fives
Leavin´ Prada, creepin´ in Dior just to buy some slides
It get low, you look like a play, it´s hibachi time
My shades need change and the Forgiatos crawlin´
I´m lockin´ down the D, I´m gettin´ back on offense
I´m wakin´ up early just to make it to the office
Blue collar, blues out the foreign, blue money
A house on my wrist, invested two hundred
My Chrome Heart specs clear lenses my new buffies
Talkin´ ´bout it get you crossed out, just do somethin´
That nine to five ain´t workin´ for you, go move somethin´

It´s common sense to tell you who got it and who frontin´
That loud mouth prick with them jewels, my dude front ´em
I´m flyin´ bitches, chasin´ the sun, it´s been a minute
That rappin´ only added more fuel, I been that nigga
I´m turnt out, outside in the mix, still in my city
I feel like Weez´ back in ´010, I need a Bentley
I need my pipe man on tour, I need a kidney
You turn your back, you get fucked over, that´s word to Ricky
I can´t leave that cup alone, I´m toxic livin´
How come all the tough ass niggas the ones snitchin´?
You gotta run your bankroll up to stop the bitchin´

I wake her up to bags and cars with red ribbons
I left ten, really wasn´t trippin´, her head different
I´m standin´ ten like Ken and passed the head nigga
And real niggas, they´ll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can´t fuck up my schedule
Right now, I´m cleanin´ out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele´
You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah)

I been dancin´ with the devil for some years, done shed many, many tears

The streets done, they got me beefin´ with my bro about a bitch that ain´t his (Ain´t his, oh, yeah), ayy
And I´m done showin´ all these niggas love ´cause it´s never sensitive
The type of money to turn yo´ homie to a homicide (Yeah)
Like shit ain´t been the same since Lil´ Drama died
I done put bands on niggas´ head (Yeah)
Tryna paint the city red (Yeah)
"Got a problem," niggas said (Yeah)
Got a brother in the feds (Yeah)
My other partner, he turned fed
My only therapy is meds
´Cause it´s fuckin´ with my head
Yeah, it´s fuckin´ with my head
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, I die behind a check (Yeah)

Never die behind a bitch (Yeah)
The whole plan was to get rich (Yeah)
I´m like money makin´ Mitch (Motherfuckin´ money makin´ Mitch)
Shit, I would ask these niggas what the fuck they on, but they ain´t on shit (Yeah)
And real niggas, they´ll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever
Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can´t fuck up my schedule
Right now, I´m cleanin´ out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele´
You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah)

Dance with the devil

(Dance with the devil)
I don´t want to hope
I don´t want to hope, I want you now, yeah
Oh, yeah