Can't Make This Up

Three things that I love, my momma, money, and diamonds

Came up out the mud, I thank the Lord that I'm still climbing

Yeah, I'm in the game, I'm sick of string like virgins I be grinding

Married to the money, no I can't wife her

Hopping out of strikers

I break 'em then I pipe 'em

Louis V my belt buckle, see it be holding up the fire

Feel like I'm walking on water

Phone doing numbers like I'm Nino at the Carter

I know my haters hate to see me win

My tray table down, I'm catching flights, I stay in the wind

Getting to a bag, that's my M.O

He gon' trick it off, for a bimbo

Me, I hit the plug, I'm cashing out for them C-notes

Ain't no love in the game, we blowing smoke like a train

You can knock me off my pivot, see the top is my aim

With a ocean on my wrist, I'm massaging her brain

You would think I had a cheat code the way I make it look easy

Got her rolling off a angry bird, she can't wait to please me

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up

I was posted in the'spital laying on my death bed

Started thinking 'bout them suckers and them clowns that I fed

I'm cleaning house, probably OT out of town

Blowing a bag but I'm never off the mound

You bums too dusty

I'm like Pookie for the money

Blue strip junkie might fuck if her pockets on chunky

I'll let you borrow me for a minute

All in your bitch, I terminate the pussy

Got her friends blowing kisses while you ain't looking

Only entertain the pesos, we out here jugging

Claim to be the homie but he move too crooked

Only affiliate with **** quick to line you up

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up

**** I can't make this up

Sucker I can't make this up

Bitch I can't make this up