[Lyric] Gracias (F-JAY Da Poet)

[Hook:F-JAY Da Poet.]
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I  make it up to heaven
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I make it up to heaven

Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I  make it up to heaven
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I make it up to heaven


[Verse 1:F-JAY Da Poet]
A couple matches in thе bathroom now shit bout to be lit
I'm done Clowning with you niggas this ain't IT
We just chasing chеques while you chase the opposite
We all know your fame is counterfeit
Nigga way too fly, they should call me Harry Potter
You better note my moves, go and grab a jotter
Got it written on my face like I'm Dwayne  Mr Carter
Like a dick in the morning my bars keep on getting harder

[Hook:F-JAY Da Poet.]
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I  make it up to heaven
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I make it up to heaven

Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I  make it up to heaven
Money on my mind since the day I turned eleven
Hoping that I make it up to heaven

[Verse 2: Slymm Junior]
I know they got their  eye on the boy
Like the cbs
& i know that They trynna stop a boy
Like a vhs
I won't stress
Is a mess
All white
Like i use crest
I know you look up to Oliver Richters
You trynna flex
Pulled your bitch
I didn't stretch
And You warm
Like you a bench
Stay with my G's
Like its french
I  dig deep
You a trench
  noticed you and you girl divided like a fence
And at the end of the day bitch
Im dipping like my name is ranch