Lyrics Kapital - Zeeko & Manic

(Okay, uh, okay, hey)
Needa touch up for her cuticles
Yea tell me what you could afford, she know she beautiful
And hubby know if he wants bread he gotta move the dough
She made dollars tell her daughter "honey you could, too"
(Honey you could)
You could always point your finger but what's on your wrist
Do as you wish, unfold my realest when my paper crisp
That's me at my best, call a lady "bitch"
Get the muthafuckin' bag, that's my way to be impressed, uh
Ride to bank, drop top flex on em
Vibes in this bitch, got the fits drip on em
Cash on the bed, even got em bitch on em
See the clique's on a trip, it's like the fuckin' feds on em
You ain't understand credit
Understood it once you had it
Never again I'd be pathetic
Cash out wreak havoc, hey
If I hit four of a kind it's just because I bet it all
If I gotta do it for my time, money, my fentanyl
Only way to live, I don't hustle for no office desks
(I don't really wanna do that)
Imma buy this whole shit, yes the IRS
See it's on social every receipt, they can't fall asleep
They can't know that my loans are never petite
But fuck it if it what I do, I guess it what I'm due
Oh Mr. Ben Franklin could you wrap me in blue
I'm just tryna be you, wanted in every crew
How much do I really cost? I don't know what is true
(Ayo, fuck it)
I just need me a bag though
Stack it till its crescendo
Fill me up, fuck the ends though
God I'm so sentimental
I just need me a bag though
Stack it till its crescendo
Fill me up, fuck the ends though
God I'm so sentimental (Okay, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Pity the fool, he didn't learn it in school (no)
Poppin' tags, all day, thinkin' he cool (uhuh)
Showin' off the money's what the neighborhood do
If he wanna make it out he gotta follow the rule (uh)
Pity the fool, all the money he blew
Chasin' hoes, pimpin' shit all day with the crew
Played like a tool, till he poor, times two,
Now he's through, out of fuel, so cruel
But you're believin' your screens
And then ya pockets they bleed
While ya sleep
And ya eat
I mean please
They be feedin'
I plead to be freed
From all the decadence I'm caged in the zoo
But greed be always lookin' for the next to consume
It's like a virus call the CDC
Seen it on the DVDs
Stressin' pass the CBD
The biggest elephant in the room, doom, soon
Loom in the gloom (uh)
Here with you from the womb to the tomb, yeah
(You know it keeps goin')
(Uh, shit) I can't feel my hands
I'm just workin', overtime, stacking my bands (uh)
Snoozin' boozin' abusin' up until I land
I'm in the hourglass but times up, I'm stuck in the sand
Lifestyle strivin' fightin' climbin' grindin'
Wylin' vibin' ridin' with no whinin'
I been tryin' writin' typin' hidin'
Glidin' slidin' risin' strikin' right timin'
I just need me a bag though
Stack it till its crescendo
Fill me up, fuck the ends though
God I'm so sentimental
I just need me a bag though
Stack it till its crescendo
Fill me up, fuck the ends though
God I'm so sentimental
Killin' the sense to feel alive
Starvin' the truth to feed the lies
Pockets so deep with shallow minds
Blinded and institutionalized
Feelin' the highs despite the lows
Livin' too fast I'm dyin' slow
I cannot stop that's how it goes
Maybe I'll buy what cures my soul
Man I'm just feelin' like it's
Suffocatin'
Understated
Overplayed and
Beat me down like I'm on the pavement
Let me breathe and
Let me heal like
"What's the deal?"
Runnin' to the city like I'm boutta spend a milly on 'em