Time and time I be spitting these rhymes '
Cause all I want is the money in my pocket
You caught on a text saying it's not like that
But deep down you know what the fuck really happening
You keep trying to hit me up, I want to hit it again
Trying to hide it, it's getting really hard to pretend
But you won't catch me slipping
Can't knock the hustle, don't you worry about my pimping
Motherfucker, enough for the blah blah
Five star chef straight whipping up foie gras
Yeah, all you niggas is fatra
Pocket for my pockets salty like Kyla
Yeah, yeah, the way I came up, my hometown turning greedy
But I'm on a private jet going to the next country
Clouds is too pretty so I can't complain
Never said I was nice, baby, I live up to my name
Ah, yeah, Top Z is in the building
Tuck your chain and your main bitch 'cause he's stealing
You all up in your feelings
Want to feel it
When I'm finished with her got her walking like a penguin
Want to bet against me?
That is your decision
Parental advisory, I'm not for the children
You was criticizing, trying to hurt me
Ever since we on 10 now you beg for mercy
Make them say ah like my name was Percy
Smoking on the haze, mouth dry, I'm thirsty
1:00 AM headed out to the bar
2:00 AM want to get in my car
2:45 Shorty dropped them drawers
4:00 AM I'm going to see you tomorrow
Yeah, yeah, I need a drink
Had to hit you with the sneaky link
If you ain't got no money take your motherfucking broke ass home
If you ain't got a hundred tell these broke bitches leave you alone
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