Oh yeah, Chris

A label offered me two fifty, I just turned it down

Ran off on the plug, gave him the runaround

I was in Miami for a minute, back in Michigan now

All across the world, everybody's stealin' Michigan sound

It's either Flint or Detroit

You ain't got a band, but wanna beef with me, boy

I'm finna go and fuck this **** bitch, keep tellin' she hopeless

I had to drop out of school and scam 'cause I ain't have a choice

Been in my own lane with this new wave, they fuckin' with you, boy

I can blow a band every day, it's nothin' to your boy

I make five thousand every day

Little or a big amount, still on every play

Forty-five thousand dollars is what bro presi' say

But that shit motivation to me, I'ma get me one

Told the bitch, "I'm finna drop you off where I picked you up at"

Never trust these hoes, told my bitch I'm already up one

**** clothes is a hundred thousand, already up one

These Backwoods still than a bitch, fuck I bought these blunts for?

All these fuckin' zaz' in the room, fuck I'm passin' the blunt for?

You ain't gotta buy, you can have it, roll your own, bro

You wanna be like me, I'mma call 'em "Kasher Clone" though

That shit so played, "The fuck you flashin' Vlone for?"

He tryna show the V on the back

All that **** do is cap, put a C on his hat

My weed man sold me some fire, but it's a seed in the pack

If you know, then you know, sometimes it be like that

Bitch said, "Kasher, why you pullin' my weave like that?"

I don't scam **** no more, if I did, you can have your money back

I don't need no fuckin' sex pill or no honey pack

I'll pull up off a Perc and break a bitch back

She like, "That's you outside in a Scat?"

I said, "Nah, you got me fucked up, bitch, this a Track"

I pulled up in a Hawk on 'em

Sippin' all that green, you gon' turn into the Hulk, homie

I need a thousand to get on your song, that's what it cost, bro

I ain't never hated on ****, I know my time comin'

Been doin' this shit for nine summers

Bitch said : "Can I text you?" Gave her nine numbers

I ain't thinkin' bout no bitch, I want a bank, I'm tryna try sum'

In Walmart with this fake card like I'm tryna buy sum'

Seen a broke-ass **** in the mall, but he buy nothin'

Boy, your spot dry than a bitch, stop sayin' that bitch jumpin'

**** ain't pullin' up to buy no weed, no Percs, nothin'

I'm the meal ticket out the hood, why would I murk something?

I'd have somebody do it for me

Bitch said, "You need to clean your house", told her, "Come do it for me"

I ain't never runnin' out of money

Bad white bitch, I call that lil' ho my snowbunny

They was laughin' at my method, now they wanna buy off me

Don't care about your fake, this new sauce ain't for sale, buddy

Soon as I walked in the room, all the bitches just smell money

I got fifty thousand in my room, I put that on my mama

Tired of everybody keep sayin', "We want the old Kasher"

But the new Kasher don't even know the old Kasher

Bitch just asked me to hold somethin', gave her the wrong answer

Told my engineer, "Leave it plain", fuck a mix and master

I don't scam people, I scam banks, we in a different chapter

Bitch said Kasher Quon broke, I bust out laughin'

You lil' **** got me fucked up

When y'all was lookin' up to me, I been had fifty bucks

Been doin' this shit for everybody, so I don't give a fuck

Don't sip lean no more, but when I did, everyday it was a must

Woke up on a Monday and made five bucks

That ain't really shit, my ****, that was one Chase

I'm finna pull up and fuck your bitch while she on break

She keep tellin' me she like me and I'm her soulmate

(Ha, ha, come on)

I'm finna slide in a SRT with them one breaks

I've been rappin' for ten years, I ain't took not one break

I know I'ma make it one day

I been scammin' online **** since MySpace

Broke up with my bitch and I told her I need my space

I ain't tryna argue or fight you, get out of my face

Made twenty in a week, this shit gettin' cray-cray

I'm really up fifty thousand, no play-play

Oh yeah, Chris