Lyrics Digital Money - Jimmy Prime

Digital Money

She don’t wan' fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don' sold plenty, I don' pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side