Lyrics $$$conversations - Yung Heir

Money conversations
Talking to Ben frank
I just poured my last two
Cup got Easter pink
Just like buying clothes ooh
Really fuck this fame
Stand good on my own two
I don't need you lames
Like to change locations
Just hopped off the plane
I just fucked this hoe yeah
Cause I like her frame
I just bought these new shades
Thousand for the frames
Touch racks on a cool day
Headed to the bank

Yeah I really be spending your rent
Yeah really be stepping in Rick
Yeah I really might fuck on your bitch
Yeah use to be broke lil' nigga
Yeah no I could never forget
Yeah could buy yo hoe lil' nigga
Yeah with all of the cash I get
Yeah my day consist of business
Yeah then hit the road again
Yeah I'm counting up dead figures
Yeah I feel alive again
Yeah might fuck the deacon's daughter
Yeah cause I don't give a shit
Yeah my new bitch cross the border
Yeah I think I love this bitch
Yeah my neck is full of water
Yeah like damn I need some fins
Yeah and if it don't make dollars
Yeah then no it don't make sense
Yeah Heir that guy they can try
But nobody fucking with him
I'm so high so damn high
Yeah I'm in the solar system
Ball so hard
I could sprain my ankle
Still wouldn't lose my pivot
Love my thots love my hoes
But hate when they taking pictures
I'm on codeine bitch
Yeah and I'm still sippin'
And my thugs in the field
Like they brought some cleats with em'
And my bitch so damn bad
That she bringing hell with her
On the beach
Kicking in the sand
And listen to shells nigga
Took some L's
But ain't no way I could ever fail nigga
Thumbing through these racks
Cause I like how money smell nigga

Money conversations
Talking to Ben frank
I just poured my last two
Cup got Easter pink
Just like buying clothes ooh
Really fuck this fame
Stand good on my own two
I don't need you lames
Like to change locations
Just hopped off the plane
I just fucked this hoe yeah
Cause I like her frame
I just bought these new shades
Thousand for the frames
Touch racks on a cool day
Headed to the bank