All my momma wantin is to see the day I ain't broke

I ain't hearin nothing less you speakin bout a bank roll

I been up to something man I'm bumming in the same clothes

You were never bout it yet you hit me with the same ol

Uh yeah case closed I don't fuck with lame-o's

Haters or the fake hoes

Play me like they ain't know

Uh yeah pesos tryna raise my pay roll

You just in the wayyyy

Or you just in my way tho

Ain't slept I'm in these same clothes

Securing all these safe notes

Plottin on this bank roll

Promising my baby she gon see the day we ain't broke

Ain't changing my shirt or my pants

Working till the world in my hands

The perfect girl who worth a couple bands

Diamond ring a stripper how it dance

For verses might charge a lamb truck

Ghost writing for a phantom

The day that I get my bank rolls

My wife gon' think that I'm santa

Rappers soft as pampers

Got that blammer on my waist

Bitch I'm like A.I. I'm the answer

Raised the standards in this game

You'd think I'm doing well in college

I don't play about my paper

They procrastinate on they plans

They put off getting till rich later

Up at 5 AM when I sing quotes

Spewing heat like volcanoes

Brodie slang on the main roads

Keeping watch for the plainclothes

Want me signed I need 8 0's

To throw it at the main stage hoes

She prolly gonna need a rain coat

When she arch it like a rainbow

All my momma wantin is to see the day I ain't broke

I ain't hearin nothing less you speakin bout a bank roll

I been up to something man I'm bumming in the same clothes

You were never bout it yet you hit me with the same ol

Uh yeah case closed I don't fuck with lame-o's

Haters or the fake hoes

Play me like they ain't know

Uh yeah pesos tryna raise my pay roll

You just in the wayyyy

Or you just in my way tho

This that type of shit that make me go out hit a lick again

These the type of thoughts B havin when he got that liquor in him

Know a couple homies they done showed me how the rigg the system

I'm another L away from goin into business with em

Yeah huh ay lucky I believe in karma

Praying that I never figure out who fuckin robbed my momma

For the love of money

I was Crashin goin dummy

I remember I was hungry

Every meal was fuckin lunch meat

So Who the fuck gon hold my hand

Hit the county building i was dealin

tryna sell my stamps

Why believe in god if he dealt me such a hellish hand

I was with the sinners finding quicker ways to get the bands

Ain't slept I'm in these same clothes

Securing all these safe notes

Plottin on this bank roll

Promising my baby she gon see the day we ain't broke

All my momma wantin is to see the day I ain't broke

I ain't hearin nothing less you speakin bout a bank roll

I been up to something man I'm bumming in the same clothes

You were never bout it yet you hit me with the same ol

Uh yeah case closed I don't fuck with lame-o's

Haters or the fake hoes

Play me like they ain't know

Uh yeah pesos tryna raise my pay roll

You just in the wayyyy

Or you just in my way tho