6 Months Video (MV)

Told that girl I'ma be rich in six months, she ain't believe in me
Now I'm on IG, switching the scenery, this shit ain't a dream to me
She in my DMs, talking bout she missing me, talking bout she needing me
F*cked up my heart, but i ran up a bag, I text her, "thank you for meeting me"

She ask why I ain't pressed by shit she did, that's just the P in me
You doing too much we ain't even gotta pop out, just stay low-key with me
If it ain't bout bread, I don't wanna talk, just keep it street with me
This ice on me, it's cold as hell, like hell, I keep that heat with me

You walking around, pockets loose like Kraft, I keep that cheese with me
These niggas ain't even my opps, they just jealous, got secret beef with me
Too high to even respond, you ain't got no money, can't even speak to me
They all up in my face, talkin bout love, they deceiving me

You like jewelry, I like money, baby, I'ma get your both
You like drugs and I love em, let's get so high we start to float
You like sex and I like sex, so baby, come here, stretch ya throat
I'm that nigga and you that (bitch), I don't even say that shit no more

I can't wait till my first stage, know I'ma rock out at that show
He ain't even jump straight off the porch, he threw some rocks across the road
Took a break from wearing Crocs, I put some LVs on my toes
I can't walk around with a drac, I put that Glock inside my clothes

All these niggas tryna copy, that shit OV, niggas, clones
I might walk right past your girl, she gon' look back "What's your cologne?"
All these niggas tryna copy, that shit OV, niggas, hoes
I might walk right past your girl, she gon' look back like "What's your cologne?"