Oss

God, God, blah

Yeah, yeah, bitch

That's crazy

Shit, yeah

Yeah, infinite money, I need it today

Feining away more than when niggas had

Told me that GTA 6 about to be on the way

Deserted the bitch, but she still trying to

Give me the cake, trying to ask where I stay

Bobbing that head in the whip like she hearing

Some music, but she really giving me face

Sneakily told me that she wanna taste, we don't got time to waste

Got two hands on the hips, when I get to her

Hair I might fuck around, pull off the lace

Had to run off on the bitch, start smelling some

Shit that I might just have pulled out the lake

Should've just kicked the bitch out

When she told me she don't fuck with

Told me she don't fuck with me, but I was

Still hitting that shit, what you mean?

She know I like that shit bald, hoppin'

That bitch and feel like Mr. Clean

Yeah, it sound like a round of applause when

I'm clapping that hoe and then wrap up the scene

Yeah, like, alright, wrap that shit up, man, wrap it up, we done

When you pull out the grip, better watch where you aiming that shit

Might put a track on the whip and then rent

The shit out cause it came with a switch

And your bitch really came with no sense

Empty my load, then I came to my senses

Know you heard what I say, I meant it, dropped

The bitch off cause she way too expensive

Bitch, bitch really burning a hole in my pocket, I told her to stop it

I'm just tryna up all the profits

Bobblehead bitch, she real good with

The knoggin, it's really a problem

Nigga told me that he dropping, smoke a little weed and forgot it

I'm high as the pilot, I heard that I was

A party, I walk in that bitch get it started

I just got smoke in my eyelid, I cover my shit

Now I feel like a motherfucking pirate

She throwing booty and shit, trying to twerk on my head

Now I can't even see while I'm driving

Went to go cop me a ticket, now we up in Europe

I had to skip over the islands

Don't really fuck with the beach, she stay in the sheets

She gotta get up, now she wild

Foreign out here in a foreign, trying to do something foreign

Stacking your chips, they be calling you boring

Couple months later, niggas world touring

Type shit, type shit

Plenty of songs, I ain't even write shit

Go out my way to stay out the mix

They making new ways to be on my dick

They should be ashamed shit making me sick I call him a bitch he

Throwin a fit They really trannys how niggas had Switched

Stressin me out bro pass me the bic Yeah and then

Pass me ya bitch Heard she was white so pass me the Ritz

Put cream on a cracker, it's all makin' sense

I'm upping the score, cause I got offense

Constipation, don't give a shit

Compare me to who, you cannot make a hit

Just me and bro trippin' while we take a trip

Just get to them buckets and check off the list

Check off the list, yeah

Infinite money, I need it today

Feenin' way more than when niggas had told me

That being a boss was really the way

Okay, okay

You don't know the way

Do you know the way

He doesn't know the way

Yeah, I ain't know then what I know now

The opps all want me to slow down

And if I can't roll up, I'ma roll down

I can't think about the last thing I wrote down

Just hopped on the mic and I was fucking around

I just wanna have a talk, make a new sound

Za really got me stuck

No, I do not love you, I just wanna fuck

Got mud on the forces, mud in the cup

Got a new flow, pimped out, boy, I'm buggin

And Ima need a reason to tell you I love you

I love hoes, sleeazy pass to the brotha

I was still a teen, getting cash when I wanted

I'm following my dreams, I ain't had to say nothing

When I hit this shit, that's a hole in one

Said so many thoughts in my head, got me fucked up

And I treat this whole thing like a game

My whole damn life really feel like a one-up

Niggas is lazy, don't wanna build none

But he tripping when all of them bills come

Just being honest, you know I'm a real one

Disrespecting my people, you real dumb

Yeah, disrespecting my people, you real dumb

Put down the BB before I start backing out real guns

Like real gun, yeah

All my emotions gone, bitch, yeah, I really can't feel none

Yeah, bitch, I just feel none

Yeah, I guess it's what happens to real ones

Like real, yeah

I guess it's what happened to real niggas

Even when I put it on the sports, you could catch me outside

I was still in the field with it

Like, bitch, I'm still whipping the wheel with it

When you start popping your shit, it just feel different

Trying to be like you, they still wishing

Talking hot, catch some hot shit from a steel smithin'

Weston gotta keep one, bitch, I been learned my lesson

Valuable one, I could pass any test with it

Yeah, niggas ain't getting no paper

They be fighting over crumbs of the cake or whatever was left of it

I'ma get like two slices and come for the rest of it

Don't shoot the messenger, I got the messages, bitch