Meds - Z Money

I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment

In my sleep I’m dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening

My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don’t got no license

Pussy nigga notice how I’m comin', he don’t wanna fight me

New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it

Don’t shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices

Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes

I admit it, niggas don’t like me

Send shots at his fitted

Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening

Yeah, this is not a Breitling

AMG key, that bitch pricy

Good defense, hittin' like Tyson

Yeah, we’re rich but we’re still sheisty

Can’t trust these hoes, they’re trifling

I’m too busy worried 'bout the backend

Sold the pack and got excited

Real shit, free my lil' bro Fat, man

In the 'Vette, switchin' lanes like Stack, man

Off the X, I don’t know which ho to hit

Fendi head to the toe with a loaded blick

Fuck a bitch, I keep on gettin' rich

Hundred mil', I ain’t even gon' miss

Cocaine, that’s my favorite dish

Throw some kick, drip down on the bitch

White two-four sittin' on the pen

Smokin' Runtz, in by the zip

Gettin' rich, I’m wakin' up early

I got a million to tip (Shawty Paid)

Shawty write the C’s on him

Roll the duct tape, bitch, hit another gym

Gotta go, gotta skate

Glock four-oh, put him right in his place

I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment

In my sleep I’m dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening

My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don’t got no license

Pussy nigga notice how I’m comin', he don’t wanna fight me

New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it

Don’t shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices

Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes

I admit it, niggas don’t like me

Send shots at his fitted

Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening

I was 16, I came in icy

Don’t fuck with no rat, they’re mices

Be real, that shit is priceless

For my niggas in the field just like me

Red bottoms on her heels, she wifey

Red tips on the FN bitin'

V12 pullin' out like lightning

Hundred thousand dollar cash excite me

Niggas hatin' on me, tell 'em catch up

Lil' bro in the cut, wet your vest up

Serve too many fiends, can’t let up

I’m a boss to that bitch, got my head up

Stop countin' up money when I’m fed up

Stop pourin' codeine, don’t measure

Take a bitch in the Benz, we can beat up

Two six in the trunk, got set up

I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment

In my sleep I’m dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening

My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don’t got no license

Pussy nigga notice how I’m comin', he don’t wanna fight me

New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it

Don’t shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices

Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes

I admit it, niggas don’t like me

Send shots at his fitted

Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening