Lani Worrld, ****

Huh? Yessir

Super-man punch, I'm bound to fuck up yo' whole bloodline

Going through these bumps in the road, I'ma run and slide

Boy mad about his bitch, but she outside

Cannonball in this stick, bullets make a drum-line

You won't see me saving rat hoes, it's hard to come by

I got lucid dreams about the money, 3 number 9's

I ain't tryna still be broke at 49, boy, it's crunch time

Graduate from "Get The Money School", I'm an alumni

Dumbass, it's Lani Worrld, what the fuck up?

Lil **** chasing to the cash, call me Young Buck

Talking shit, but I'm really on a come up

Feeling like I'm J Mane, but I really bug up

Bouta hit yo' bitch from every angle, I got nunchucks

All that talking 'bout what you gon' do need to hush it up

See if I don't give a damn, I give a thumbs up

If you think I really did, then you a dumb fuck

**** really running outta time tryna chase a check

Put myself first, DJ Khaled, ****, we the best

Big heart, that's what I protect, wear it like a vest

When I tell 'em I'ma take off, I'm talking about a jet

Happy that I lived to see another day, really, I'm just blessed

Trying not to get so worked up when I hear a threat

She a wide receiver, and you keep on running back so that mean you simping to the fullest with no self-respect

Beat a **** ass and get yo' face stomped out

Old bitch out the picture, I got her face cropped out

Never stoop to they level, they doing lame shit for clout

That's that coonery shit that'll get yo' main turned out

You ain't focused on money, bitch, you just laying on the couch

My **** scouting for hos, and bitch, we aiming for yo' spouse

Deep dive in this money, I ain't gon' save you if you drown

If you get in my way then, bitch, I'm quick to take you down

And these hos steady tripping, tryna be in competition

**** still don't see the vision, all my cake is really flipping

Check my aim with precision, peep the game that I witnessed

Put the lames in position, in a scope, go ballistic

Bitch, I'm driving fast, cut into yo' lane if you switching

I don't trust shit, I can hear the snakes, see them hissing

I don't smoke, you can pour another drank, what I'm sipping?

On my grind, tryna see how long it take to get a million

Throw that pussy on me, I don't waste time

This gun holler and these bullets like a K9

Told my brody we gon' win, we on the same grind

Stay down, this the best part, Mary J Blidge

It was written for me to get it, New York state of mind

You cool but on that kiddy shit, you got lame vibes

The truth'll really set you free, I don't make lies

Honestly, you wishing I was broke is a hate crime