[Intro: Scene from Belly, Warhol.ss]
Come on with the bullshit, man
You think another motherfucker know what you need to do?
Ain't no purpose, dawg
It's money, we born to fuckin' die, man
In the meantime, get money
Yeah
Big 3 2, they know what the fuck goin' on, man
Dumbass nigga
Yuh
[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
I be bending corners in the steamer, clean
I be with the drip and you won't see me in McQueen
I be on my mastermind time, what you think
Triple stacking styrofoam cups, when we cheers, it ain't no clink
On FaceTime with [Bleezy] and the feds send him bread every week
And I can merch thеy don't be coming how I'm coming
I still own my own ten, I don't need nobody or nothing
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
I don't want no favors from thesе niggas, they want credit
I tell them that shit once, stand on it 'cause I said it
She suck me in that Chevy
Organized crime, this shit Belly
I'll put you on some money, make you rich if you just let me
Chickens in the kitchen, skillet fryin' fish
I had more respect for you 'til you turned bitch
Ricky gold basics on my feet, they cost a grip
Five percent the spaceship, but I sent her a Lyft
Truly can't be fucked with, I'm stuck with it
That lil' bitch you feining for, I'm done with it
Nevermind, I pass, I just hit it, wasn't serious
Pillow talkin' to these hoes 'bout me 'cause you curious
Keep this shit a thousand, I be hustlin' 'til this money pilin' over
Realest in my section, the biggest touch the culture
Free smoke, this shit for everybody like it's Oprah
Drop the six in up in this liter like I'm tryna force a coma
[Verse 2: oym]
Yeah
You gon' hear us bend the corner
You need to work, place the order
He think he on that, but I'm smarter
Talkin' bottles, meet the farmer
Sipped a pint, I'm moving calmer
He tried to kick down my crib, I had to kill a robber
That's a free body
Put that bitch on the jet, take her somewhere tropic
Niggas hate me 'cause I bought up all the wocky
Nigga wanna take some, then he gotta pop me
I be slurring all the drank, I don't drink no coffee
Asian bitch hold my stick, but she ain't hold them Pocky
Fifty bottles in the trunk, I can't drive sloppy
Do you see what I'm wearin', it ain't hard to spot me
Off the syrup, did a skit, robbed the nigga calmly
Seven ways to count up, I got plenty options
For that petty lil' chain, man done really crossed me
One up top, 31 sliding with a glocky
She seen the emblem on the way, hopped in and topped me
Yeah, that's how I'm comin'
Yeah, that's how I'm comin'
I ain't [?], nigga, I just count the money
I just count the money
[Outro: Warhol.SS]
I be bending corners in the steamer, clean
I be with the drip and you won't see me in McQueen
I be on my mastermind time, what you think
Triple stacking styrofoam cups, when we cheers, it ain't no clink
On FaceTime with [Bleezy] and the feds send him bread every week