Текст песни
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 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 girl in me own time zone, fuck whoever
Shit, you gotta love me
Now if you owe me mine, better run it
A hunnid miles and 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, mother 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
Can 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 mother 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 throw shots at the king, it's foolish
It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
Mummy rap, double back, gimmie that