GREEN SUICIDE NOTE$
​[Hook]
3 stacks for my momma, yeah I'm feeling like a big boi
6 stacks for a feature, i don't do this shit for free boy
9 stacks on a nightstand, fuck it no more living cheap boy
I know I'm unstoppable you not fucking with me boy
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes

[Verse 1]
Money, money, money, that's a tool for your survival
Money, money, money taking lives just like the bible
Money in my pocket why am I still suicidal?
Money make me think what the fuck am I alive for?
That don't make my momma legal
That don't make them treat us equal
That don't make me look at everybody like they more than people
I’m still on the same shit, your mind on a slave ship
You could have a million but homie you still ain’t shit
Fuck a 9 to 5, that’s just how I’m feeling
Y’all ain’t living life, how the fuck y’all call that living?
This shit just ain’t right, we just living in a prison
Open up your eyes, what’s really your mission?
Is it money? Is it bitches? Is it riches and the gold?
Cause once your life is finished, you can’t take it when you go
This little piece of paper, that you need to reach your goals
Will kill you in the process, that’s just how it goes, yeah
[Hook]
3 stacks for my momma, yeah I'm feeling like a big boi
6 stacks for a feature, i don't do this shit for free boy
9 stacks on a nightstand, fuck it no more living cheap boy
I know I'm unstoppable you not fucking with me boy
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes

[Verse 2]
Oh my god I think I made it cause I got some Gucci on
Oh my god I think I’m on because I got my Louis on
Spending like a bitch and my new song became my groupies’ song
Treat my bitches wrong and wonder why they always do me wrong
Acting like I’m popping and got options, all I do is flex
Flexing for gram and for these hoes and I don’t need a bench
Acting like my shit don’t stank but really I ignore the stench
Just cuffed me a bad one and homie this is what she said
She said that I need me that Gucci, Louis and Prada
And that she would do whatever her father wouldn’t be proud of
And she told me that she’d love me if I had a million dollars
But she said that to my homies and every other that hollas
She need trips to the Bahamas, dinners at Benihanas
She must be on her period wanting that many commas
I ain’t saying she a gold digger, I gotta be honest
I think she got the qualities to be my baby momma
[Hook]
3 stacks for my momma, yeah I'm feeling like a big boi
6 stacks for a feature, i don't do this shit for free boy
9 stacks on a nightstand, fuck it no more living cheap boy
I know I'm unstoppable you not fucking with me boy
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes
Green suicide notes, yeah, suicide notes