Fuck The Industry Video (MV)

Go to sleep with the money, wake up, then I chase a bag
I might f*ck the bankteller, f*ck around become a Dad
Moving smart with the money, yeah I ain't in no debt
First class, nah f*ck that flying off in private jets
Lining up the bitches like a doctor for some neck
I might take a trip to London, if I love it ain't coming back
Yeah I feel like double C I got an all black Nike Tech
That bitch want some double C's but she don't respond to my texts
I'ma hit it out the park like a nigga from the Mets
Niggas saying that i'm pussy, but won't say it with their chest
Oh he saying he that nigga, well let's put that shit to rest
Yea these bullets fly right through you
Who am I? Nigga who you?
I need my bitch paired just like bluetooth
Ancient money like Cthulhu
She watch my stories like it's Hulu
She doing spells doing Voodoo
And shoutout to my nigga Vudu
She in detention, she been bad
She ain't my type, I can't do that
I'm only focused on this bag
Go to sleep with the money, wake up, then I chase a bag
I might f*ck the bankteller, f*ck around become a Dad
Moving smart with the money, yeah I ain't in no debt
First class, nah f*ck that flying off in private jets
Lining up the bitches like a doctor for some neck
I might take a trip to London, if I love it ain't coming back
Yeah I feel like double C I got an all black Nike Tech
That bitch want some double C's but she don't respond to my texts
Got cardiac arrest
Gas in my lungs so I ain't stressed
You tried to get over on me
But I see right through you
You can't get over on me
I heard them niggas would
If they could
So I keep it on me
Oh, wanna shoot it up? Let's get it up, I'm bringing out the Tommy
Talking bout some paper, showing off some cash
You don't got it
Saying you a gangster, you a poser
You ain't really bout it
"I ain't really bout it either, but my brother got a heater"
Niggas got me outta character
I might go and turn the chapter
I might go and f*cking act up
Got me going f*cking backwards
These rap niggas bringing out the old me
I got the Iron on me, Tony
These niggas pussy, yea they phony
They sound the same, they must be cloning
But I can't pay no mind to that
I'm only focused on this bag
Bitch!