Lawd Jesus

Ay, when I walk in a room

All the niggas lookin' at me like, "What is my income?"

Not droppin' no brooms, that nigga get stood up

Like how the broom challenge just went down

Don't wanna assume but bitches really broke

And I don't know where y'all get rent from

And I'ma just spit in your face

If you walk up to me asking me can I spend some

'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money

I look at your mouth like you ramblin'

I got merchants On God

I just lost 700K off of nothin' but gamblin'

I was sick and got fried but I had to fight all my demons

That shit was real challengin'

So now when I walk around people with money

I stand and shut up like a mannequin (shh)

So I can just soak up they info

Now my bank copy that, that's ten fold

I don't go wherever the wind blow

'Cause if my wig fall off, that's the end ho

But lucky I'm paid, edges stay laid like prostitutes on a Friday night

While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings

Like a bitch flyin' kites

And no I don't rock mics

Red bottoms with the spikes

Tinted windows, out of sight

No cash, just swipe

Cashier like, "Yikes" she's black, not white

When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ay

Save his number under "typo"

'Cause that nigga wasn't my type

It's nothin' to talk to these niggas like shit

But I'd rather not do that today

'Cause niggas be trippin'

I'd rather just tell a nigga, "Tie your fuckin' shoelace"

And niggas is bitches

I'd rather just give they ass a motherfuckin' bouquet

And I'm really birthing bitches

When they drop an album and that's my due date, ay

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin

Black card match the skin

Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends

Lawd, Jesus

I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But every time I hit a skid

Lawd, Jesus

I'm on some positive vibes

But every time niggas testin' my patience

Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong

'Cause I'm not a waitress (on God)

Every December 31st

I go in the new year with no type of hatred (at all)

Then back January 3rd, the neighbors heard

"Whoop That Trick" on my playlist

Man these dirty bitches don't do the dishes

Then tell a nigga, "Come eat the butt" (How?)

And wake up with crust in they ass a

And that shit thicker then Pizza Hut

But I'm off it, they coughin'

Yeah I know how to market, no Boston

Tell a nigga don't talk it, just walk it

Pop a nigga like drums way too often (brrah)

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin

Black card match the skin

Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends

Lawd, Jesus

I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But every time I hit a skid

Lawd, Jesus