Suicide Doors (feat. Cordae)

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch

Get a bag before you beef, you need money for a war

Out the trenches from the streets, now I'm listed in the Forbes

Tuck the Glock inside my Louis, tuck the Sig in my Dior

Yeah, they pay attention now 'cause I'm too rich to get ignored

I'm that nigga from the North, I been pimpin' since the Porsche

What's the plug without the socket? I'm connected like a cord

Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores, cashin' checks but I want more

Whip the Ghost, you think it's honey with the suicide doors

I'm the man, turned a Ford sedan to a Cutland

Understand you can't make a profit 'til you make a plan

Ain't no deals, I got all these bills, ain't no time to chill

You a leech, I'm just tryna eat, I make happy meals

From the block, I was steppin' blocks, you was punchin' clocks

Hit or miss, you was tryna diss, I was buyin' stocks

Look at us, used the city bus, now it's private planes

Bouncin' back, took a lot of L's, that's part of the game

Keep it comin', let's go get this money, don't be chasin' fame

If you broke and you not out here grindin', how you gon' complain?

Hundred mil' for a rainy day, I can't stand the rain

I encourage you keep hustlin' until you can say the same

Get a bag before you beef, you need money for a war

Out the trenches from the streets, now I'm listed in the Forbes

Tuck the Glock inside my Louis, tuck the Sig in my Dior

Yeah, they pay attention now 'cause I'm too rich to get ignored

I'm that nigga from the North, I been pimpin' since the Porsche

What's the plug without the socket? I'm connected like a cord

Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores, cashin' checks but I want more

Whip the Ghost, you think it's honey with the suicide doors

Uh, Lamborghini suicide door make me feel alive

This bitch I'm with so bad, if looks

Could kill, she'd cause a genocide

I remember I used to wanna be rich 'fore twenty-five

Now I'm twenty-five, made a million about twenty times

And I pay my tax, no cap, they take 'bout half of that

But when you get the bag, flip that shit just like an acrobat

Hustlin' university, nigga, I could teach a master class

Best believe I keep them M's with me like I'm on Aftermath

Now I'm countin' Benjis, never stingy with the dough cheese

Courtside tickets but have vision and the nosebleeds

Juicy J come with negro spirituals and poetry

Woke up like, "Fuck the whole world," but that's the ho in me

Genie in a bottle, damn, I wish a nigga would

Smokin' and I'm sippin', shit, a nigga feelin' good

Some say we young and dumb, but we misunderstood

We tryna get this money, gotta get up out the hood

Get a bag before you beef