Made Martian

[Intro: LUCKI] Ayy (That boy Jdolla go crazy) BrentRambo (Ayy) [Chorus: LUCKI] They got 30K and wanna book me We in New York, get twenty more Niggas be fans and chasin' pussy And I don't even want the bitch at my show I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score [Verse 1: LUCKI] She really know me, so she gon' push me Hide your buzzin' from the O 300K, two months off merch I don't even wear it, but love the fans I'm gettin' mature, so I'm bored of the Percs Still don't care 'cause I love the Xans Playin' out G, you makin' it worse You'll let 'em know if you love your mans Drivin' a Urus on Florida sand Never thought I'd get bored of red I miss Quagen, taste like Act' Miss my brother, I hate the 'Raq Cut a ho off, no takin' her back Been savin' up, miss makin' it back Told my lil' brother, "No fakin' for rap" Cash out my mother, she makin' me mad Told my lil' bitch, "Ain't no fakin' for rap" Buy her Percs, her name in the rap AMG, Neptune, name is attached 4MATIC coupe with the name on the back Why I sleepin' and the lil' boy rich? Just fell asleep on a lil' boy bitch She in Chanel so I guess it's real She don't tell, then the internet will Fans get mad when they see that's drank I get mad when I let some' spill I'm like Flocka, I'm hard in the paint Just put the style on wherever I rank Finna get mill' and it ain't no splits I'ma go home and buy us a tank She gon' do whatever, but she ain't my bitch Just left Cali', so I'm numb to the fake [Chorus: LUCKI] They got 30K and wanna book me We in New York, get twenty more Niggas be fans and chasin' pussy And I don't even want the bitch at my show I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score (Ayy, ayy) They got 30K and wanna book me We in New York, get twenty more Niggas be fans and chasin' pussy And I don't even want the bitch at my show I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score [Verse 2: Lil Yachty & LUCKI] I don't even fuck with most my family, it's blue tips in my FN Two-fifty if they wanna book me, I don't even care to show my face I got fat off pourin' fives, uh (Young Neptune, space cadet) I don't even fuck with most my family, it's blue tips in my FN Two-fifty if they wanna book me, I don't even care to show my face I got fat off pourin' fives, I got rich off writin' hooks Smart as hell, but I don't read books My bitch thick and love to cook I'm in the back just filled with crooks Straight teeth but lifestyle crooked Buy you some four pints, should've took it I'm worth more, you want my advice? Emerald diamonds sit like rice Wholesome show, they think I'm nice I give my last to someone on the street Whilst my hoes, they think I'm cheap Shouldn't have to pay 'cause I wanna creep I went bought every house in my street Yes, I bang with only 'Crete Model hoes wanna paint my feet After they done, drink my skeet I turn her up with Tito's and X I'm too geeked, I can't have sex Ran up a thirty, didn't have rest She can't sleep over 'cause I don't sleep ever My dawg locked up raw, don't tell though Bro got killed and the car got faked I'm too rich to ride in the straight She want me to scoop but I think that's bait How many millionaires do you know? I'm in the six just for the snow I slid a band, slow through the road I had to show a bitch where she could go Thinkin' it's sweet, I'ma cancel her membership They know my mama at all of these dealerships I trade it in every year for the newer whip (Ayy, okay, okay) [Chorus: LUCKI] Ayy, ayy They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more Niggas be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score (Ayy, ayy) [Outro: LUCKI] They got 30K and wanna book me We in New York, get twenty more We in New York, get twenty more Young Neptune, space cadet