FCK IT UP

They say West don’t do it

Don’t rap

Keep doin what you doin

Boy this ain’t nothing to

Play wit

Now im Switchin up the flow

So yo bitch ass shut the fuck up

throw this money floor

And tell yo bitch to back the truck up

Now Usually I don’t feel the need to

Prove a muthafucking thing to you

But imma keep it real with you

That ima go gorilla on the beat

And Make a banger on this heat

I got the finger on the trigger

Ima pop off

Blow the top off

Of the internet

And drop about

million of them streams

When the dj plays this hit

It’s like they hit you with the beam

Make you rock make you lean

I need the money I’m a feen

Just call me Ghostface Killa

Cuz I came to get the Cream

If there’s money I’m on scene

Bitch I came to get the green

Hop upon another plane

this time in a different zone

Haters talkin shit all day

I seen it pop up on my phone

Wish I gave a couple fucks

Man I wish I really did

But I can’t hear through all the noise

Is that a deposit again?

Commas after commas after commas

You just came here for the drama

Tell me how much does it pay?

Make you swallow all that shit

My baby mama cost a grip

And now she got another mini on the way

Back to the bag

Back to the pen

Back to lab

On to the grind

On to the shine

On to making all this fuckin money mine

Pull up wit the roof missing, top off, get ya rocks off, bang bang bang droppin these hit off