Profit

Get the money, get the bag

That's the logic

I'm not messing with your energy

I'm not messing with your energy

It's toxic

You sipping henny with my enemies

And talk shit, yeah

I am into guap, you into gossip, yeah

Y'all are into props, I'm into profit

I'm not messing with your energy, it's toxic

I don't ever know how much is in my pockets

When I think that it's a little, its a lot bitch

Get the money, get the bag, that's the logic

Get the money, get the bag

Once you done with that

Run it back, need to double that

Let numbers add, hunnid racks

And want it cash

I don't want it taxed

I had nothing, I had jack

They ain't cut me slack

I was sitting overwhelmed, they ain't understand

I was broke, they couldn't tell

Ain't had a hundred rand (R100)

Put rubber bands on her lap, I bet she gonna dance

A gun in hand, made these boys do the running man

Run it up, it is not enough

Need my money up

Need my money stuffed

'Til my money need a tummy tuck

I need trust, trust that money can not buy me love

The search for money might just find me luck

Try'na cash out

Not try'na crash, glad I didn't take the fast route

Not good at math, so your cash you let the bank count ??

It's not an act, for a bag she'll pull her pants down

Off an app, making more racks than her dad now

Hm, your energy is toxic

You getting friendly with my enemies is not it (stop)

I am into guap, you into gossip (guap)

Y'all are into props, I'm into profit

I'm not messing with your energy it's toxic

I remember, wasn't plenty in my pockets

Wasn't any, now there's many

It's a lot bitch

Get the benji's, get the fetties is the logic

Get the benji's, get the fetty

The guaps plenty

I payed tjotjo in limpopo