LEAN ON MY BODY

How you in front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face?

Fix your motherfuckin' face

Let's go

Yeah, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You know I love you, so I say this shit with love

But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up

I'm doin' real shit, some never worry 'bout-a-bill shit

Some build a house on the hill, shit

The money's gravy, it's coming crazy

My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia

My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle

He had to beat a **** ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle

Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit

Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit

Choke that **** out, go corona on that bitch (Choke that **** out)

Walk that **** like a dog, nephew, own that bitch

Yesterday, just a day, everyday

I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade

And lemonades to millions, and better days

How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies?

How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies?

How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary?

It's January, but I already feel the summer

Because it's mine, ****, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer

Nasarati, we up

Lean on my body, Lord (Amen, amen, amen)

Bring blessings on my soul (Amen, amen, amen, amen)

And when the war is over (Thank you)

See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (Yeah)

You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains

Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'

Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains

Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin' (Man, wake this shit up)

Yeah, if I was God, I wouldn't save y'all ****

Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all ****

Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all ****

Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all ****

Bitch, I'm back like I left somethin'

Hol' up, everybody, Nasarati's got his next one

My next move always gon' be better than your best one

You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup

A tryout, a test run

Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae

I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA

I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face

When I walk in the room, bitches better pray

Lean on my body, Lord (Amen, amen, amen)

Bring blessings on my soul (Amen, amen, amen, amen)

And when the war is over (Thank you)

See, it's time to tell the world the war is won (Yeah)

You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains

Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'

Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains

Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'

They don't want me to want it

Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me

Save me, Lord, they schemin' on me

Save me, Lord, they schemin' on me

The war is over