Lyrics:

Cha-ching


She like just the tip, but her neck an anaconda
Tryna save my chips and put some sea life in the condo
Fuck all these muppets, look like Ariana Gonzo
Dip her in that ponzu, Japanese Alphonzo
Come in looking casual, that puddi bitch is mackerel
Check the vest, it's tactical, chopper gunner nationals
Fuck what you say, bitch, we don't fuck with lames (Fuck 'em)
I'll pull up with my dawgs and we'll Hakken on your grave
And all of these geeks with they fortune and fame
'Cause it's gone in a second, stay lost in my ways
There's a sad satisfaction to balancing pain
Tryna hold up my image, but everything hazy, oh
She been losing conscious while she sucking on my face
And I been feeling under when those drugs are out my veins
It's like I'm heading for some cover but that cover's in the rain
I been sippin' nummers, I can tell you how they taste, oh

Crave me
Oh, won't you crave me?
Blame me
No, don't you blame me
Leave me
My creation, my creation, uh
Leave no time
For my reputation, it's just reputation, yeah


A visionary salute, that M.H. Phenomenon
We only live INXS like body parts at Autobarn
All-white chariot, steer it to the Marriot
1990 NSX gallops like a stallion
Honey by the chariot, Moncler from Harriet
Shorty like to carry, she love Charlie, she might marry it
Always out of pocket, never keep a docket
It's like you never left 'cause I keep you in my locket
I hunt 'em like a renegade, take you to a better place
High school sweetheart, blow it through the cellophane
Open up like suicides, water bed is sterilised
Janis Joplin lookalikes, body smokin', appetite
Photos by the drop top, cutie in a crop top
1980s Bon Scott, shawty like to talk a lot
Chop, chop, cop shop, get got, damn
Want not, waste not, red hot, headshot

Crave me
Oh, won't you crave me?
Blame me
No, don't you blame me
Leave me
To my creation, my creation
Leave no time
For my reputation (It's just reputation, yeah)


For my reputation, it's just reputation