Marta

I ain't paintin' on my nails and puttin' on no purse Ain't wearin' Hellstar, puttin' God first Dickie overalls look like I'm finna work It don't matter where I go, all these girls flirt Do my own shit, yeah, everybody think I'm cool Got more women than an all-girls school Monte Carlo in the back lookin' like a pool '85 outside shinin' like a jewel Everybody 'round me say they need another song Labels call me every day, hidin' from my phone Most of the time, Mexiko, I be at home I be prayin' hard every time I be alone No nine to five, nigga, I need a 95 Went to get a job, got denied when I tried 383 stroker, put it in my ride Dope boy ra, loaded dice when I slide Wake up, pray, finna start the day Brush my teeth, wash my hands, then I wash my face Throw my clothes on, cleanin' up my space 'Fore I walk out the house, I'm liftin' up some weight Fell back on drinkin', nigga, now I'm gettin' sharper Third day in, I've done started movin' smarter Got off track, had to go harder 'Cause I ain't tryna fuck around and be back on no Marta