Hella bank (3x)
[Verse 1]
Damn I need this money
I be hustling like I'm playing D
And I'll mack your honey
Give her dick and she be paying me
Filthy Motherf**in' Jazz
A lover not a fighter
But my brother keep that cudder
He gon f** around and fire
I set fire to the budda
I be blessed, elevated, high
Rapping cause I'm good at it and I could get my paper right
Skate, I skate, I skate a lot
Take your bop, invade her twat
Hit that sh** so hard she thought a n***a dick was made of rock
My steez is so psychedelic, cyber epic, I'm a G
Focused in my chi
Sipping tea, laced with THC
Pimping b**hes easily
Lift her up like DMT
Stick her, cream her, leave her and delete her number instantly
[Hook]
f** the fame, I need the cream
f** a chain, I need to bang
f** your b**h, I beat her brains
Call me Uncle $keeter mane
[Verse 2]
Damn I want this paper dog
Swear I be like vapor y'all
Off into the skies
I don't need a b**h, I shake her off
Rap is underrated
I don't f**ing spit, I prophesize
We're all made of energy
So live your life you'll never die
Fell in love with codeine
If I OD, then you know the drug
I don't f** with police
If I get jammed up, I'm throwing slugs
Lost up in the system
You been dreaming by your tv screen
Money makes the world spin
Rich white n***as made it stink
Weed's illegal, take a drink
I be on Mercedez sting
Crash into a Mack Truck
Mommy couldn't say a thing
Oh sh**
I'm living my legacy, smoking on heavenly, giving her ecstasy
Dick in her chest to see if it will pleasure me
Oh my god, I'm so young
[Hook]
f** the fame, I need the cream
f** a chain, I need to bang
f** your b**h, I beat her brains
Call me Uncle $keeter mane