Bipolar - K Suave

Yeah, woah, yeah

Yeah

I’ma throw it up

Yeah, money on the ground, she gon' pick it up

I’m on that bullshit, I think I’m losing it

I’m on that bullshit, I ain’t never had shit

I’m on that bullshit, I pull up with mad bitches

I’m on that bullshit, put money on your head quick

Damn, running to that money, these hoes don’t mean nothing

Fuck her then I’m done, I stay on the road, like I’m on the run

Spent thirty thousand on some clothes, I don’t even wear 'em

Another four on some damn cologne, I ain’t even smell it

I’ma walk in with my stick in my hand, any nigga can get it, yeah

Alexander McQueen, I got hoes from A to Z

I’m a slfish nigga, but when it come to the gang, w all gon' eat

I keep spending money, splurging, do that shit on purpose

Damn, I know you hurt, bitch

Yeah, I know you wish you had me back, bitch

This wood so damn good, I can’t even pass it

Her pussy so good, pass her down to lil' quin

They wondering where I been, bitch, I’m out here getting bands

She keep asking to play that song with Tripp' and Kankan

I’m screaming VLAD life, yeah, Zelly, that’s my right hand

Kobe, he the other one, we gon' shoot to win

Me and Sunny2Point0, we pulled up in two Benzes