Actin' Funny

Is this what you're looking for? (Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah) (What? Yeah) I'm in a good position Celebrate it, sippin' Killah told me "Listen, you on top of all these other bitches" Got 'em wishin' Off a pill I'm reminiscin' Prosperin' because I'm gifted It ain't me who actin' different Don't you ever get it twisted I be all about my business Got it stashed up in the kitchen Tunnel vision got me winnin' Yeah, it took some time to fix it Gotta stick it, go balistic You be sketch I keep my distance Ever see me kick it 'round a bitch Just know that she be with it I cut em off like it's paper I ain't gonna do you no favors He tryna get up with me later But I'm in the booth stackin' up extra layers Yeah Bitch, ya followers fake Filters ain't hidin' that face In real life that's not how you shaped You cappin' hoe, gimme a break Ya sidepiece in replicate Bape You not a model, quit tryna imitate Postin' that dumb shit, who you tryna validate? 100K but you broke, how you do that sway? I'm at the bank like, hello, how are you today? Yeah Droppin emojis, he be like I feel you bro She talkin' crazy and think it's subliminal Don't let me catch you in person, I'll smack a hoe In a bag full of cheese, yeah Whip it up, Velveeta One phone call, gotta re-up He need to slide out my DMs Hell no, I don't wanna meet up Yeah Bag full of cheese, yeah Whip it up, Veelveta Yeah,hey Whip it Whip it Yeah Yeah Yeah Why they actin funny? All I'm tryna do is stack the cash Never goin back to broke No, you can't hate on me for that Ops be takin L's I pray to God I never lose pack I sit back, relax the homie map You out in case you lack Hoes be on that dummy shit No time for that, I'm speakin' facts I don't trust his ass The last I heard was he a fuckin' rat If you play with money Don't tweak out when that shit poppin' back I be in the trap To them my pockets wasn't never fat Yeah Yeah He be buggin' out Talkin' about some Bae, I miss you No, I don't fuck with lames That means I do not wanna kiss you These days they be switchin' up That's why I keep a pistol I be feelin' anxious, so ambitious I could never sit still Told her drop it low She gettin' wavy with the beat, it's lit, yeah Ridin' through my city Gotta lay back in the seat When you hit the light Don't flash ya brights to switch that shit to green I'll be back at the crib in 15 minutes What you need? I be fuckin' with the P's Been smokin' heavy pack pristine When you level up Make sure that you be careful how you speak Used to doubt me Nowadays I got them pickin' up they speed Why they act so fugazy? I knew that they was shady I'm busy not bein' lazy I'm solo, dolo lately Yeah Why they actin' funny? All I'm tryna do is stack the cash Never goin back to broke No, you can't hate on me for that Ops be takin L's I pray to God I never lose pack I sit back, relax the homie map You out in case you lack Hoes be on that dummy shit No time for that, I'm speakin' facts I don't trust his ass The last I heard was he a fuckin' rat If you play with money Don't tweak out when that shit poppin' back I be in the trap To them my pockets wasn't never fat