Mason Mylez - Fits

{Intro}
Woah, woah

{Chorus}
I was goin' fast, yeah, we in the SRT
We was ditchin' class just to get that money
My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, I said, "You funny"
Tell 'em, "Look at where I'm at," yeah, my life's so lovely
I drop your whole check on a fit
I kick out a bitch, she was throwin' fits
Smokin' exotic, you be smokin' mids
Sippin' on dirty, need a lid
I'm off a 30, ain't leavin' the crib

{Verse 1}
I don't say shit, I let the money talk for me
New bitch and she bad, last one just got boring
I'm off a pill, I can't feel none
I still be stuck in my feelings
They be talkin', I don't hear a none
Stack the money to the ceiling
I just put diamonds all in my earrings
In a Tesla, I ain't steering

{Verse 2}
What is you doin'? You doin' the most
This bitch on my line, I just be reeling
I just walked out the bank
10 racks, I'm a stain
I'm countin' big bands, no change
My diamonds, they drip just like the rain
You know it's designer, yeah, it's just all on me
I got me some money, now these bitches all on me
I don't know you, so why you talk to me?
She prayin' to me, she get on her knees
Yeah, I'm so rare, yeah, I'm elite
I fuck the bitch, now I'm leavin' the scene

{Verse 3}
I already told you
Gettin' money, that's what we do
I got the Xans on me, I'ma sell 'em
I got the answers, I cannot tell 'em
She wanna talk to me, she wanna kick it like Bruce Lee
Too much guap on me, like I just hit the lottery
Why you talk to me? You just be bothering
You look lost, you wandering
In my head, I'm pondering

{Chorus}
I was goin' fast, yeah, we in the SRT
We was ditchin' class just to get that money
My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, I said, "You funny"
Tell 'em, "Look at where I'm at," yeah, my life's so lovely
I drop your whole check on a fit
I kick out a bitch, she was throwin' fits
Smokin' exotic, you be smokin' mids
Sippin' on dirty, need a lid
I'm off a 30, ain't leavin' the crib