Digital Money - Jimmy Prime

She don’t wan' fuck for the minimum

She just tryna fuck with some criminals

Mobsters and bosses and generals

She not tryna give up that na na na na

For no free 99

Open your eyes and start freeing your mind

Would you try make a mil off of retail

Shed the details on real detail

Run up the digital money

Gotta keep checking the email

Where’s the females?

Too much G mails

Pull up the bag on you dumbos

Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo

Skinny jeans with the ripped holes

Think they Rick Owens, I got so many

I don' sold plenty, I don' pour plenty

Split my soul plenty

All for your loyalty

The family all royalty

Put my daughter in Christian Dior

Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor

I always knew I wanted more

Jimmy the young bleeding bull

Jimmy the young bleeding bull

Don’t you know I try

Don’t you know how I

Care so much I die

Need you by my side

Don’t you know I try

Don’t you know how I

Care so much I die

Need you by my side