Brent Faiyaz – Lost Kids Get Money Lyrics
Lost Kids Get Money Be Brent Faiyaz I just pulled up in this b----. In the function with my clique. I stay in the back, thick thing on my hip F------ in the back, I stay with a b----. Smelling like a lick, smelling like Margiela. Seeing is believing, I don’t see none of you fellas (Stevie wonder) Drop a song and these famous b------ love it. I’m a dog, they don’t root for me in public. If I hit it then it ain’t worth no discussion. We the reason that our city buzzin’ All my bros collect. All my bros is next. S--- get hot, who you call collect? Who you just finesse? Go lay low out west. Money get lost when you don’t chase it (You gotta chase it) What you looking at me for? Should be looking at bankroll. Money get Lost when you don’t chase it (You gotta chase it) What you looking at me for? Should be looking at bankroll. Money get Lost when you don’t chase it (You gotta chase it) What you looking at me for? Should be looking at bankroll. Money get Lost when you don’