Pisces - Jimmy Prime

They can’t believe I did it on my own

Now the money keep ringing out my phone

Pour a four roll fire get gone

I’m so focused on the money that it drive me crazy

Need to go and take a ride in that blue Mercedes

I dreamt I’m falling from the sky but the view is crazy

And when I pour the money up I feel rejuvenated

Inebriated, my bitch a trip

She always want that ash

Just like she Jamaican

I can’t take her no where she always keep me waiting

Half the time she’s getting dressed

The other half shes naked

And she’s, Pisces

She’s pure and that’s what I need

I’m stacking bands I cannot chill I need to see a mil

Running up a check to Neimans look like track and field

She say she hate my guts well tell me how you really feel

Yeah, tell me how you really feel

Tell me how you really feel

Yeah, tell me how you really feel, yeah

Tell me about your cold heart, yeah

And tell me with your clothes off

Big crib, gotta keep a few hoes in it

My cup right here drop a whole four in it

That’s real dirt

Need to chase it more

Pull up the AMG but never hit auto park

Go hit Germany, yeah

Just to ride the autobahn

Pull up like the money count yeah

Keep going on and on

Got an artsy chick

She went to Juilliard

Asked me to drop the top

She wanna watch the stars

Don’t got to look to far baby, yeah

I’m right here in the car baby

And I, can’t lie

I’m too real you don’t gotta ask me why

You say you hate my guts well tell me how you really feel

If I don’t give a fuck tell me how that make you feel

Yeah, tell me how you really feel

Yeah, tell me how you really feeel, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeaahh, yeah, ay

Tell me how you really feel, yeah, ay

Tell me how you really

Tell me how you