Ahhh Man might pull up in a 7 on purpose Man might pull up make u question your purpose My man pull up clowns looking like circus Gally say she wan follow my click like cursors Wave so strong got em thinking God cursed us Can’t compete no surprise they wan hurt us Not our fault man are looking like workers Not our fault the surf made your girl wan turf ya We gets money round ere Can’t act bummy round ere So if your broke as a joke Can’t act funny round ere She wan a man with sense That why she coming round ere Rain got you living in tents No shade sunny round ere Ahh, Man might enter make a hater act up Team too clean made them wanna act rough Took the attention bruddas wan Fuss But I ain’t tryna get this LV scuffed Cha Man make money but the money don’t make us But the B draw honeys cah you kno they love baders And it ain’t fake news say we’re making the papers Plus I ain’t gotta chase cah you know they love status We step in the rave she feeling the wave she see we get money She see where we placed and it’s where you ain’t, on dis side we comfy The shine or the shade, now she contemplates you calling her honey All because I got a big tummy Still a brudda in shape Still that all it takes Why you think a brudda fly up country To skip the lines you wait Bag the gal you rate Make you feel you wan take ish from me But you know there’s nutem I’m giving up Aint sweet still the corn a go fill him up Before you leave wet veins dem spillin up It’s better your pockets go fill em up For we drill em up