Yeat - When tha World Ends Lyrics

I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watch, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (Stocks, yeah-yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (Yachts, yeah)
Most y’all not real people, y’all fuckin’ bots (Bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I’m not from this Earth, I come from the sky
Yeah, I can’t trust no soul, you a fuckin’ lie
Huh, when the world ends, you gon’ fuckin’ die
When I fly on planes, I’m on private life
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin’ knife
Yeah, heard you wound up dead, you a fuckin’ spot

I don’t know, I don’t wanna know
I don’t know ’bout this shit, I don’t wanna know
I don’t know ’bout this shit, I don’t wanna know (Yeah-yeah)
I don’t go with this shit, I don’t know nothin’ ’bout a bitch
(Yeah-yeah)
I don’t know ’bout this shit, and I don’t know you not my friend
I don’t know ’bout this shit, I don’t wanna know, to [?] (Yeah)
Yeah, ’bout that shit, I don’t know ’bout it
Yeah, I could hear that shit, still don’t know ’bout it (Shh)
Yeah, two feet in this shit, had no option bitch (Options, options)
That’s why I made this shit, that’s why I made profits, bitch (Profits, profits)
Yeah, had to risk my life, I wanna be poppin’, bitch (Poppin’)
Yeah, had to risk your life, you wanna make profits, bitch? (Yeah, huh)
I got God talkin’ to me, I feel like a prophet, bitch (Ooh)
Oh my God, I got Glocks, I got fuckin’ sticks (Money)
Oh my gosh, shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear that shit (Shh)
Oh my God, test your luck, you gon’ meet Him, kid (Woah-woah)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Just got them racks on your bitch
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Yeah, I would die ’bout this shit
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Yeah, you’d get fried like a pig
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Yeah, you could die like a bitch
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
We used be high as a kid
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
We used to be fly as a bitch
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
Really be cookin’ in the kitchen
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
How you gon’ always play the villian?
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
See you killin’, got me guards with me
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
I been relaxed on the bills
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
You don’t know how the fuck it feel
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (The bills)
Yeah, you could die in the field
Woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah (Hold up)
Yeah, I’ma always keep it real (Yeah-yeah)

I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watch, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (Stocks, yeah-yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (Yachts, yeah)
Most y’all not real people, y’all fuckin’ bots (Bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I’m not from this Earth, I come from the sky
Yeah, I can’t trust no soul, you’re a fuckin’ lie
Huh, when the world ends, you gon’ fuckin’ die
When I fly on planes, I’m on private life
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin’ knife
Yeah, heard you wound up dead, you a fuckin’ spot