Part I: Money Fever Sirens
[Intro: Houdini]
Let me hear it from the top one more time
You know how I'm comin', you know the vibes
Fix my chain n’ shit
Oh, oh
Yeah, uh
[Chorus: Houdini]
Money, fever, sirens (Uh)
I wonder if it’s me or the diamonds (Oh)
You better put that trust in me like the pilot (Oh)
I get that back and then I leave in a hurry (Yeah)
Lil' bro itchin’ just to squeeze, ready to let it blow (Squeeze)
Scat Pack on the road, can’t talk loose up on the phone
Matte black, color code, hollow tips on overload
Dope be the only thing I smoke, no more blowin' up my phone
[Verse: KILLY]
She want money, diamonds, candy for her nose (Oh, yeah)
I can change her world, (Oh) but, I won’t chase no ho'
We got hunnid’s, pilin', hidin' off the coast (Aw yeah)
How my heart turned so damn cold
Hunnid’ days straight on the road (Road, yeah)
I got so much gas, yeah, in this Prada backpack (Yeah)
Pinky ring look like Pluto, (Yeah, yeah) if I roll one this a jetpack (Yeah)
Sorry little shorty, I can’t let you get your heart back (Oh, oh, oh, ooh)
Focused on these hunnids if I spend it I'ma get back
Money and violence, duckin' sirens
My broski soon come home, it’s perfect timin'
Success a lonely road, but I still drive it (Yeah, what)
You better put that trust in me to multiply it (Aw, yeah)
[Chorus: Houdini]
Money, fever, sirens (Uh)
I wonder if it’s me or the diamonds (Oh)
You better put that trust in me like the pilot (Oh)
I get that back and then I leave in a hurry (Yeah)
Lil' bro itchin’ just to squeeze, ready to let it blow
Scat Pack on the road, can’t talk loose up on the phone
Matte black color code, hollow tips on overload
Dope be the only thing I smoke, no more blowin' up my phone
Part II: Hurtin
[Pre-Chorus: Houdini]
Uh, I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
[Chorus: Houdini]
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (Oh, oh, oh)
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
I know that I know that I’m hurtin’ (Yeah)
(Hurt, hurt, hurt)
(Hurt, hurt, hurt)
Uh, don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’
You better get in your Birkin, I fell in love with the dirty
And free that nigga Thirty, got caught up in that verdict
And you know I’m sippin’ dirty (Sippin’ lean)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’, you better show some courage
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’, get to the racks in a hurry (Racks)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’, no, fed made me feel nervous
I’m the hottest on the surface, tell ‘em close the curtain
And I’m on the flight no service, don’t let ‘em know you hurtin’
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (I ain't hurt, oh)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (Oh)
[Verse: Houdini]
She might let me know she hurtin’ (Hurt), all she want is just the Birkin (Blah)
Yeah, that ain’t even worth it (Nah), we ain’t goin' any further (No)
Blue eye bag like Undertaker (Oh), don’t think anything can save her
Dope, came from the Venezuela (Dope), how they end up in the trenches
Tie up the bag, then I'ma sell it
He only got half, it’s a percentage
Stuck in the trap, couldn’t forget it (Stuck in the trap)
Over the stove, like I'm a chemist
That’s yo' bitch, I had to pet it (Pet it)
You don’t want smoke, don’t want no static (Static)
And makin' money is a habit (Habit)
And the ass so fat, I had to grab it
Pourin’ Tech up in the Valley and I’m smokin' on some Cali' (Whoo)
I don’t wanna tell you what happened
'Cause you gon’ think in your head that I’m cappin’
So I had to just go make it happen
Racks on racks up in elastic (Racks)
Gas on gas up in the backseat (Gas)
Might be hurtin’, but please don’t ask me (Ask me)
[Chorus: Houdini]
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’ (Hurtin')
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (Oh, oh, oh)
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
I know that I know that I’m hurtin’ (Yeah)
(Hurt, hurt, hurt, uh)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (Hurtin')
You better get in your Birkin (Birkin), I fell in love with the dirty (Brr)
And free that nigga Thirty (Thirty), got caught up in that verdict (Ver—)
And you know I’m sippin’ dirty (Sippin’ lean)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’, you better show some courage
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’ (Hurtin'), get to the racks in a hurry (Racks)
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’, no, fed made me feel nervous
I’m the hottest on the surface, tell ‘em close the curtain
And I’m on the flight no service, don’t let ‘em know you hurtin’
[Outro: Houdini]
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
I don’t let ‘em know that I’m hurtin’
Don’t let ‘em know that you hurtin’
