Credits
Lyrics
Aye it's clean up time ****
Aye 2016, did I not try to warn yall ****?
Put that lil mixtape on hold jit
Re-examine yo life **** (yeah)
It's time to go offline
Yo free trial up ****, BH high key
Let 'em know baby
Sweatin' at the cabaret
Like damn it, they ain't smart as us
In the booth like everyday
Like damn it, this ain't hard enough
Gettin' it in like every way
'Cause they ain't workin' hard enough
Y'all ain't workin' hard enough
Y'all ain't workin' hard as us
I can't even get offended when pussy
**** get together and bitch to these women
All in they feelings, I'm all in the vision
All in the yen, and I don't give a fuck where you been ****
Mama told me go and get it, I got it
I think I might just be the shit
Thinkin' I might be the right one to bid
I think I might just plead the fifth, nah
It's a party where you at, get it poppin' where you at
Build some shit up where you at
They gon' put you on the map
I swear it's apparent, I don't mean no arrogance
But don't make a **** air out ya flat
I made it straight off of the fact, he made it here off of the gas
Tell ya **** put the jumper cables down, bitch we know you wack
Sweatin' at the cabaret
Like damn it, they ain't smart as us
In the booth like everyday
Like damn it, this ain't hard enough
Gettin' it in like every way
'Cause they ain't workin' hard enough
Y'all ain't workin' hard enough
Y'all ain't workin' hard as us
I can't even get a break, I'm too invested in the cake
(Too invested, ****)
Too majestic with the flow, my tune adjusted with the swank
(Too majestic, ****)
And that's word to Badmon, gave me blessings from the gate (yeah)
We don't want the shit that y'all on, man
We can't take it to the bank
(Look, look)
Steppin' in and out of here, I'm sweatin' in the alleyway
Trippin' 'cause my **** snuck a weapon in the cabaret
And I can't even get offended,
I'm gon' need a better fender (look, huh)
Workin' like yo motherfuckin' daddy
Servin' like yo motherfuckin' mama
Tryna make it harder, like it's powder in the water ****
Out here in the mornin', get it goin' with a boner out in Florida
I get it poppin' where I'm at, click it, cock it, lay 'em flat
*gunfire*
Oh I see the mountains when I'm rich, I need accountants for that shit
*money machine*
**** playin' with a legend, I put the trey up like I'm Stephen
Right between the 29, like I minus one
They don't get it I can't even get offended (****)
Blat
I pop on that pussy ****
Written by: Dominic Fike, Identity Withheld, Sean McCann, Sean McCann Jr.
