Aye, aye

Aye

What you **** crying for?

Matter of fact this ain't yo bitch, **** this my whore

Imma slut her out the only one she making time for

She get a whiff of this cologne, **** this Tom Ford

I need elite status **** on my team, ****

The type who never running off and never leave ****

The type of shit that I done seen you won't believe, ****

All this fucking pain that's up inside, that's why I sing, ****

Said I'm fired up, geeked up, that's why I move alone

I hate fuck **** you can hear it in my tone

You **** tryna knock me off my square I'm in my zone, ****

Washing everybody in this shit, I'll send you home, ****

I don't fuck with **** you take it how you feel, dawg

Only bad bitches in my view who keep it real, dawg

And the family still the family, I ain't gon' expect just anyone to understand me

Shake my head, man these **** so embarrassing

The way these **** cuffing on these hoes man it's hilarious

Went and asked God, "Give me a sign that I'm really HIM"

Got an Instagram model on my dick, she want a hit

I said, "Baby, you gorgeous"

You want a song but you ain't did shit to go incorporate

My mind gold and my voice too important

I got **** from the hometown listening

I'm handling my business

I'm tryna beat the game, ****

Fuck the industry, I ain't with playing none of these games, ****

Imma be the richest of 'em all

Look at pops, ****, I was born to ball

Off the heazy with the shit

Fuck, I missed my homie call

Fuck, I missed my momma call

Momma, I Love You

Everything you did for me I'll pay it times two

I can talk shit for hours

I'm a walking legend give me all my flowers

Dog-walking bitches, **** know I got that power

I was raised better though, cause I know money talking louder

I know never not to fold and never go out like a coward

See you later alligator, got a Bookie out in Broward

I can go like hella rounds, I be fucking her for hours

Man I'm sick of all this bullshit, like coronavirus

Every time the plane land, know we got the city wilding

I be putting this shit on and I don't even got a stylist

Your bitch gon' jump from your dick, then to my dick, then back to your shit

Bro don't even try to fight it

Everything I touch turn Gold, like I'm Midas

Shit, how long this fucking beat, ****, fuck it imma ride it

I just got a lot to say, man I think that you can tell

I just pray that all my brothers and my family doing well

I can't ever turn my brain off, I don't got no chill

I'm just tryna motivate the youngins, go and touch a 'mil

Aye

What you **** crying for?

Matter of fact this ain't yo bitch, **** this my whore

Imma slut her out the only one she making time for

She get a whiff of this cologne, **** this Tom Ford

I need elite status **** on my team, ****

The type who never running off and never leave ****

The type of shit that I done seen you won't believe, ****

All this fucking pain that's up inside, that's why I sing, ****

Said I'm fired up, geeked up, that's why I move alone

I hate fuck **** you can hear it in my tone

You **** tryna knock me off my square I'm in my zone, ****

Washing everybody in this shit, I'll send you home, ****

I don't fuck with **** you take it how you feel, dawg

Only bad bitches in my view who keep it real, dawg

And the family still the family, I ain't gon' expect just anyone to understand me