Fortune Teller - NoCap

She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine

My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene

Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure

I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser

That money will turn your friends to enemies

They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune

No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP

Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg

Brand new top speed, my car and my hoe look better when the top come off

Thought you wanted me winning, I thought you would smile didn’t think that you

face would fall

Fucked up in the trenches

I gotta thank God cause shit so different now

I thought about venting

But shawty might go put all my business out

Put a scope on it, that’s more aim, no toothbrush, no mouthwash

Nigga where was you when I need shoes, I was posted in the drug house

One of me, a hundred of y’all

I was taught to never back down

This niggas gotta kill me before they play me

Fifty in my clip like Curtis, all them youngins know is murder

I got money that’s for certain

It ain’t nun to turn them dirt

I try with my heart first

Then I try my brain it work

Grinding like I’m Tony Hawk, stacking this green like Larry Bird

Never at peace, I got love in the streets, whenever I turn it be hugging the

curve

Tru got it right he just post on the dead end

Fuck the game but I’m having my head in

Three hundred thousand on the Urus

No insurance on my jewelry

Hope them demons let me go like Takeoff

Need 60K to hit Lure like Adolph

Old Mac 11 when I’m in Atlanta like Trey Young

Came from nothing nigga remember life didn’t matter, I made one

On the internet they keep throwing shots, but they can’t take nun

Burn this money up keep talking bout cremate it, still pulling up Ashton

Still pulling up Ashton, still pulling up Ashton

She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine

My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene

Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure

I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser

That money will turn your friends to enemies

They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune

No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP

Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg