I just got my Onlyfans check in the mail today

Guess the tape me and your mama made finally blew up

You couldn't get in on this money even if you wanted

You need to get your bread up boy, drop and give me 100 (huh, huh, huh, huh)

Hundreds falling out my pockets

Your mouth like an iPad, and my dick the stylus (aye)

Yo, that's my bad, ain't mean to get on timing (timing)

Shawty wanna feel me up

Man this rap lifestyle ain't for me

I fuck with drugs, sex, money, but ain't fuck with the beef

Rappers really out here dying over shit that they said

The judgement day is coming, hopefully that mean that Liv is giving me head

Make the plot real interesting when you add another dude to your roster, man innit

You say that you a saint, but you busy drinking liquor mixing emotions with business

Let me talk to you right now

Hype me up, hype me up, hype me up

I am from the best cut, hit you with a Cody cutter

Bad bitches as cops, makes me wanna get cuffed

Makes me wanna get buff, yeah

Makes me wanna do stuff to you

I'm a motherfucking prodigy, got the tape in the making

And just so everybody know, whichever label sign me hit the lottery

Money maker even if I don't wanna be

Down the road I'm guessing that we gonna see some Benney wannabes

Then again, I mean who wouldn't wanna be

It don't matter how much cash in hand you got

If your word don't mean shit you lost the plot

I just got my Onlyfans check in the mail today

Guess the tape me and your mama made finally blew up

You couldn't get in on this money even if you wanted

You need to get your bread up boy, drop and give me 100 (huh, huh, huh, huh)

Hundreds falling out my pockets

Your mouth like an iPad, and my dick the stylus (aye)

Yo, that's my bad, ain't mean to get on timing (timing)

Shawty wanna feel me up

Huh, yeah

I don't fuck with popsicles that much but I can tell that shawty do

If she give me neck that I'ma do what that bitch tell me to

I'ma drop whatever, whenever, cause I got nun to prove, I got nun to-

You could take the gems away, really you could take it all

Half you bitches be complaining, who the hell you think you are?

You can judge me all you want but if you judging from afar

What the fuck you doing with your time?

That shit straight bizarre

Run through hoes like supersonic

Fucking homegirl, just platonic (what)

That don't really make no sense

I'm just putting together phonics

Round your neck you wearing Onyx

Man of the year magazine, I'm on it

And if I ain't, well if I ain't

If I ain't on the cover of a magazine or a screensaver by the end of the year then I'ma crash out

On my Scrooge shit

Everything is lucid

Everybody getting backshots from the past now

I just got my Onlyfans check in the mail today

Guess the tape me and your mama made finally blew up

You couldn't get in on this money even if you wanted

You need to get your bread up boy, drop and give me 100 (huh, huh, huh, huh)

Hundreds falling out my pockets

Your mouth like an iPad, and my dick the stylus (aye)

Yo, that's my bad, ain't mean to get on timing (timing)

Shawty wanna feel me up