Money Mission by Brvdley. Lyrics

Flying so high yea we up in the sky
Smoking on gorilla bitch I ain't even high
Drinking Henny till it's empty bitch i might even die
Your girl tryna hit my phone
Bitch I'm not even surprised, all these haters on my back
I'm just finna shake em’ off
Team coming up, and we run the bitch “Romanov”
On a money mission and you know I get the bag
Paper always in the air fuck the jet lag
Never stopping I'ma get it gotta go
Never stopping on the flow
Can't worry boutta girlfriend or a side hoe
I'm alone mother fuckers, me, myself, and I
Last time I loved a girl she broke my heart
And took my pride
I'ma just do me, so fuck all of you haters
While you bitching 'bout my music
I'ma keep on getting paper
Better watch your girl
'Cause you know I'm a player
When your bitch is out of town
She's really drinking on my daycare, fuck