Mansa Musa

Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do is throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!

Uh, my money, money

Pocket so dummy

That mean my money so sick

I might just cough up a hunnid

Rich gyal in me own time zone, fuck whoever

Shit, you gotta love me

Now if you owe me mine, better run it

A hunnid miles nad runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin'

Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it

And if I said it, then I meant it, muh fucker, who want it?

Now I've been on some different shit lately

Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene

Like I only come around for this type shit here

If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear

Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here?

Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear

Hah, I'm just bein' sincere

Boss shit, how we do it?

Crack music, top tier, nigga

Shut it down, my nigga, chill

We could see right through that bullshit

You pussy, nigga, we could tell

Better believe my product sell

Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell

Overachiever, nigga, I excel

If my name is on this muh fucker

Better believe the stock's up

Professional winners around us

Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother fucks

Back on my bullshit

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch

Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich

Mansa Musa, gold jewelry

Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece

Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'

All they do is throw shots at the king, it's foolish

It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!