Poshtherapper, Jay.Sin - Loading... Lyrics

Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Playing these games, you messing up because your system is broke
I don’t accept no’s I know what I want
I dream I reach I never let go
I want the rich cause I’m sick of the poor
I want the flick and my wrist to be cold
Not to floss, but to say that it’s mine
To know how to get through the struggle I’ll grind
Barely grasping losing my mind, not knowing me not seeing the signs
Had to keep it hunnit every time, got me peeking through my blinds acting like its fine
But I know it’s not my homies want the guap
I’m a get it even when I want to stop
I’m a shine even when my sun is blocked
They say I got the talk now it’s time to walk
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Had to take a couple L’s but I’m getting right back
Had to waste money just to get more back
And I can’t sleep till I'm getting to the racks
My teams leaving no crumbs for the rats
Bitch I got to get it, got to do it for the one times
Money on my mind, ain’t no love til I get mine
You can talk down, then I’m up for a one time
Bitch I need shine, but I don’t do showtime
Everyday sleeping on the kid
Bitch I’m bout my trophies got to win
You was never around for me then
Got the car and now they want to kick
Bitches want to fuck and suck on me
For their climb to fame and all the money
Bitches get it just into they tummies
I went ghost so now they looking for me
Fuck it I can’t go only place we go is up
I heard they talking down, but they not better than us
And bitch I need the commas, don’t need hugs you know what’s up
And Lyrik that’s my brother you want war with him you done
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah

Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Playing these games, you messing up because your system is broke
I don’t accept no’s I know what I want
I dream I reach I never let go
I want the rich cause I’m sick of the poor
I want the flick and my wrist to be cold
Not to floss, but to say that it’s mine
To know how to get through the struggle I’ll grind
Barely grasping losing my mind, not knowing me not seeing the signs
Had to keep it hunnit every time, got me peeking through my blinds acting like its fine
But I know it’s not my homies want the guap
I’m a get it even when I want to stop
I’m a shine even when my sun is blocked
They say I got the talk now it’s time to walk
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah
Had to take a couple L’s but I’m getting right back
Had to waste money just to get more back
And I can’t sleep till I'm getting to the racks
My teams leaving no crumbs for the rats
Bitch I got to get it, got to do it for the one times
Money on my mind, ain’t no love til I get mine
You can talk down, then I’m up for a one time
Bitch I need shine, but I don’t do showtime
Everyday sleeping on the kid
Bitch I’m bout my trophies got to win
You was never around for me then
Got the car and now they want to kick
Bitches want to fuck and suck on me
For their climb to fame and all the money
Bitches get it just into they tummies
I went ghost so now they looking for me
Fuck it I can’t go only place we go is up
I heard they talking down, but they not better than us
And bitch I need the commas, don’t need hugs you know what’s up
And Lyrik that’s my brother you want war with him you done
Yah yeah yeah
I’m chasing this money I’m getting these commas
Yah yeah yeah
I don’t do the problems I don’t do the drama
Yah yeah yeah
I let it go bring it back just like some karma
Yah yeah yeah
Yah yeah yeah