(JACKOOO)

Ugh, uh-uh

Uh, uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh

Uh, uh

TMP got paper, class clowns, pranksters (uh, too much, uh, that's too much)

Bank accounts are weightless, mine ain't spacious (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

I just keep getting M's, ice skating, eight-lift (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

You getting late checks, registration, Ye West (uh, that's too much, uh, uh)

Woah, got too much paper, I'm blowing like half and I save it for later

We busting an opp, pussy, tastes like it's bass

And my ho's, I got laid and my bitch is my main like-

Ayy, my twizzy gon' snap on the beat, too much paper

That's way TMP, OMG, they gon' play me

Big screen AMC, like I'm Swift, quickdraw, I got red on my seat, huh

TMP got paper, class clowns, pranksters (uh, too much, uh, that's too much)

Bank accounts are weightless, mine ain't spacious (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

I just keep getting M's, ice skating, eight-lift (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

You getting late checks, registration, Ye West (uh, that's too much, uh, uh)

Huh, huh, she told me I'm getting too rich

I told that ho climb, like she in a ditch (huh)

My girl is too fine, I can't call her my bitch (huh, hm, mm)

Huh, huh, I'm buying a trailer attached to my hitch

Feeling out of this world, they callin' me Stitch (ha, ha)

The way I be shooting, they think I'm a glitch (hm)

Huh, damn

Pass on the spot, 'cause he too scared to shoot it (hm)

So I pull out my draco and end him, Wilkes Booth him (agh)

I feel like the villain, my funds, I'm Lex Luther (agh)

I'm high as a kite because planes are for losers (agh)

I'm fly as a bitch, all my suit made are foreign (agh)

This wock' got me dead, but the lean, I keep pourin' (agh)

She touching her toes, blow her back like Osama (agh)

I'm running it back, Elijah Little, I'm on one (yeah)

She greasing it up, on her ass I be slidin' (huh)

We cookin' it up, ain't smokin' no fire (agh)

Got to teach ya how to count, I'm the best in the game (agh)

A shooter like Klay, but not washed, call me Dame (agh)

Take a step-back, bitch, now she beggin' for fame (agh)

This girl like attention, she date for my name (agh)

She wantin' my name 'cause I got TMP ('cause I got TMP)

My own custom shades, but I still cannot see (but I still cannot see)

She pullin' my wisdom, bitch, rippin' my teeth (bitch, rippin' my teeth)

We now own your block, that shit Syrup C, damn (that shit Syrup C)

TMP got paper, class clowns, pranksters (uh, too much, uh, that's too much)

Bank accounts are weightless, mine ain't spacious (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

I just keep getting M's, ice skating, eight-lift (uh, that's too much, uh, that's too much)

You getting late checks, registration, Ye West (uh, that's too much, uh, uh)