Lyrics
Outta her skirt, dancing on mirrors, into her nostrils
She plotting on fossil, cause of the way that I'm spreading my gospel
Hella apostles, bitch who tryna stop me?
Judas with Ruger, can't even come pop me
I hope that these niggas don't try to Tupac me
The only one scared about being too poppin'
But, no other option
Being broke not an option
I'd rather get roped and then climb to the
Top and jump the fuck off and kill myself
You know what the fuck I'm saying?
Fuck that shit, get this dough
Fuck that bitch, wrist on froze
Broke my wrist, tryna fist fuck a bitch
I need flight, fee, hotel now
Don't like me, oh well now
You shoulda held me down, now I'm just gon' watch you drown
I'm back on clear boy, fuck the brown
Yeah, I feel fantastic
Shorty say she sober, lasted
Nasty ass dick, doll face plastic
Yeah, she can't fathom
How I split her atoms
Leave her soaking wet, jerking her and having spasms
A cataclysm when a nigga hit
Cryptic my tongues, you can't decipher shit
I'm whipped and I'm whipping them on, yeah my wrist
While writing this shit, give no fuck bout your list
Cause I need a check
Young high ebony and pale brunette
You can miss me with that shit bout who next
While I flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
Why can't I cry money instead of tears?
Ride around in brand new gear
Hella ammo, no more fear
Why can't I cry money instead of tears?
So much right, so much clear
I could never have career
Why can't I cry money instead of tears?
Alice A, black gold
Pussy lips, black hole
Young nigga, black ghost