Okay I\'m done with the bullshit that\'s on Jimmy Butler

Started out a skinny hustler

Now I\'m eating good had to hit the gym was getting chubby

Roll another wood stuff that bitch with gummy

Weed four different colors call it Teletubby you can\'t tell me nothing

Shop forever open, what you buying, could we selling

Bredren, game called, think & grow rich, cerebellum money

She say what\'s that stench, she can smell the money

Cuz I wash and rinse ’til it mildew \'cause it\'s drenched

Michael phelps the money

She say baby listen, I need help with money

Told her the best way to help yourself is hustlin\'

Then I held the money, I invested and helped the money

Told her to raise up prices, make the clientele respect the money

Them broke ass hoes be hustlin\' backwards they might as well just sell the money

In these times where **** won\'t tell you nothing, let me tell you something

You dropped your value when you did that shit for free, you better sell you something

That PPP was sweet in the quarantine, I hope you made something bubble

I PPP, I pimp with a purpose to make the profit double, that\'s Pusha P

Yeah that\'s pushing P

Rep so hard they think I made Daytona like I\'m Pusha T

Back with me and JR stayed in DND was pushing tree

He the first one said don\'t drop your prices trust your quality

She say why you calling leader I say cause they follow me

Love to cook but she a eater or let her drink and swallow me

And the flow is Tarantino credits rolling Oscar me

Pass the beat this shit too clean don\'t need no colonoscopy

But I need a queen that\'s tryna Ruby Dee and Ossie me

Tell me go deep then get up and have a deep talk with me

You ain\'t no P you barely been trained to pee properly

You just a pup you barely can speak can\'t even bark at me

If you boys seen what I got in store will need target me

We talkin spittin bitch I\'m a beast I fuckin hawk at beats

Runnin my turf fuck up yo cleats you tryna jog with me

King of my earth head of my team God when I talk on beats

That shit weak, I\'m concrete screech when I cross the street phone rings

But the dollar speak gold swing from my collar was overseen

By the scholars they mold kings, you were coddle

God wrote dreams and I plotted to own things

Develop and grow dreams, from the bottom I spoke dreams

And I got\'em this whole scene, I embody, I OD &

This beat is a closed scene, it\'s a body

Was four deep when the bed bugs & roaches

Creeped\'round my body, got no sleep

The mattress was holy, it\'s Joyce Meyer ah

Shop open