"FURTHEST THING" lyrics

Ah
(Not at the table, Carlos)

She don't love me, she just love the money
She do what she please, but I gotta run it
I'm makin' it rain, even when it's sunny
She act make believe, why she always frontin'?
Like why you act cold, now I know you want it
I pull up the—, ah
She don't love me, she just love the money
She do what she please, but I gotta run it
I'm makin' it rain, even when it's sunny
She act make believe, why she always frontin'?
Like why you act cold, now I know you want it
I pull up the Benz truck and move somethin'
I stay out the way, but you always comin'
When we in the bedroom, heart—
When we in the bedroom, heart jumpin'
Like I'm in the trap house
Get to the fast dough, show nothin'
I'm runnin' it back up
I'm back to the trap house, dope cuttin'
I stick to the fast route, slow money
And if you're a fast nigga like me, I'ma get to the pack now (Ah, ah)
I still been trappin' on the low
Gift wrappin' on the low
She let me clap it on the low
And I ain't have to let you know
I deserve the smoke on the low
Get some dope on the low
Furthest thing from perfect, like for everyone to know
Ayy, shorty back to good, back to bad, back to bad
She let me clap it on the low, smack it on the low
Furthest thing from perfect, like for everyone to know
I got this codeine in my drink, pour up
Think a lot of time [?] 'cause I been off the mud
Learned a lot about my best friend when I became the plug
Them the same niggas that slime you when it comes to drugs
Smokin' on the low, vibin' on the low
That's why I'm smokin' on the low, drinkin' on the low, I been on the low