Goat

I make a band while I pull up in a jag Bad bitch with me while I do a fucking dance All I see is cash and you know I'm not sad Making all this money and I'm richer than your dad, ayy yuh Counting up these bands I do the dash, and I know you lookin' mad I'm the greatest rapper all these other rappers trash I wear all this Gucci and bitch you still wearin' Gap, ayy yuh I'm not down bad I buy you stuff for fun Got a couple M's in the bank, I got the funds I took you out to brunch, under the sun We been eating fine, and you been drinkin' fruity punch Took a bitch to Tampa, just to stunt Got one hundred bands on my wrist just for fun Adding up the dollars, now we eating lunch Making money is a job, I won't ever give it up Got a lotta hoes on my line, they been callin' me their daddy I'm always busy, I'm just chillin', with your aunt and your granny We been thrifting, yeah, we not fancy I'm so fucking lit, as you obviously can see I got 5 milly and I spend it on a car Out for 3 days, every night a different bar Cooking in the stu, shit from beyond the stars You will see me on a stage, yeah bitch beecy going far, ayy yuh