"profit" lyrics

Yeah, Tommy Ice
Tommy season
Shoutout Nick, shoutout Merci
Shoutout Bunk, shoutout Jady
Yeah, yeah

Talkin' down on me [?]
Girl, I'm a trending topic
I gotta fill my pockets
[?] down for you [?] around for you
You can't get in my head even if you wanted to

I'm a pro at getting high and making lots of profit
I could tell how she would die, but I couldn't fucking stop it
Got a check, but in my head I still felt hella boxed in
I'ma snatch it out your hands, bitch, I'ma Randy Moss it

I'm a pro at getting high and making lots of profit
I could tell how she would die, but I couldn't fucking stop it
Got a check, but in my head I still felt hella boxed in
I'ma snatch it out your hands, bitch, I'ma Randy Moss it

I can't walk away, I can't convince myself to stay
I'm stuck in selfish ways, I'm stuck in selfish ways
I'm stuck in selfish ways, I'm stuck in selfish ways

Hold up, I just got a bag, she says she loves me, yeah
I say "Well, hold up, slow it down, bitch I can't love you back"
They say I'm movin' mad, she says she's cool with that
I told her "Hold up, slow it down, bitch, I ain't cool with that"
I can't see your face, I hope it's just a phase
That boy went belly up, huh, and then I made a way
(I'm talking logo shots, I'm talking fadeaways
I'm talking ice up in my veins, I come and save the day)
Yeah

I'm a pro at getting high and making lots of profit
I could tell how she would die, but I couldn't fucking stop it
Got a check, but in my head I still felt hella boxed in
I'ma snatch it out your hands, bitch, I'ma Randy Moss it

I'm a pro at getting high and making lots of profit
I could tell how she would die, but I couldn't fucking stop it
Got a check, but in my head I still felt hella boxed in
I'ma snatch it out your hands, bitch, I'ma Randy Moss it