Poutine

You can't stop me money boy, I'm getting away with the dollars

I'm going to use them to fund my terrorist organization

We do this on the daily, the flow is hella wavy

She let me poutine so you know I'm feeling gravy

Got no money but your girl calls me baby

And she got so wet I thought I was in the navy

Can't spell honest if you can't nest the hoe

My next one, your ex one, see how low she go

I'm a bad man, bagging angels on the down low

Got a main bitch but let's see what she knows

She sells seashells by the seashore

We smoke, we fuck, we drink, she out the door

Was broke, worked hard, got paid, I'm in Dior

Your bitch named Dior, yeah, I'm in Dior

Shut your whining bitch ass up

I don't fuck with Eeyore if you talking shit

I'ma throw you out the front door

She asking me how much skin in the game I have

I say I only got four, four, four

I just copped a Fox four but that's not what I mean

When I say she's blowing my whistle

Huh, what you saying pookie

Ghost face, killer in this shit

I ain't no rookie slasher movie villain

How I slide in all these pussies

Yeah, pull up touchdown like a running back

Hut one, hut two, bitch throw that ass back

Hot off the tarmac, yeah, you know I run these tracks

Goddamn money boy, you got a fat ass

Having a fat ass, only life I knew

Jacking bus passes, only way to get to the movies

And these whack ass rat bitches

Always pretending that they knew me

Cause money making moves, the moves are all money

Suck a bitch's clit, she says thank you honey

Did too much blow, my nose is getting runny

So I took some pills, and now it's always sunny

But I'm not from Philadelphia

All these rappers out of breath, they got lipedemia

Your girls suck my dick in El Libreria

I told you shut the fuck up, this a silent area

Like bitch you're making too much noise

We gon' get kicked out of here