[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
(BennWaiting on the beat)
[Verse 1]
With the sh*t, ni**a, like I'm in the fire force (Yeah)
su*ked my dick so long, I told the b*tch it's getting moist (Moist)
Need an award for this sh*t, ni**a, like People's Choice (Choice)
She asked me why I never cuss, 'cause this my Christian voice (b*tch)
Go get that bag then put half in a safe (Safe)
Put half in the bank then I tell the clerk "Thanks" (Thanks)
And I'm savin' up my money 'cause I'm tryna buy a tank (Boom, boom, boom)
Now she tryna let me fu*k, two years ago was a debate (Hahaha)
I go get the cash and then I go flip it (Yeah)
You ni**as be hating, but I don't really give a fu*k (Damn)
I met a plug, the ni**a name Morpheus (Morpheus)
Smokin' on gas and it got me thunderstruck
Who is you? (Who?) What do you claim? (What?)
What is yo' name, b*tch? Why you in my lane?
Why you got some sh*t to say every time you speak my name? (Pussy)
Why you tryna save that ho', boy? She ain't Mary Jane (Haha)
[?] chapo, ni**a, and we ain't on no planes (Choppa)
We in the field with slaves and they pickin' rice grains (Woo)
She wanna let me fu*k, she don't even know my first name (Damn)
I'm in your presence now, be glad that I came (b*tch)
[Bridge]
Ayy, shoutout Teejay, bro
(BennWaiting on the beat)
[Verse 2]
Was finna back off of this track
But b*tch I'm back up on this track (Woo)
Yo' b*tch, she back up on my sack (Yeah
I guess she back up to attack (Damn)
[?] gas and this sh*t hittin' just like crack
Finna back up from the back and then I'm not gon' call her back (Back)
I just called my plug up, like you can't forget the pack (You can't forget that)
Yeah, I spent a thousand, but you can't forget the tax (You can't forget that)
Yeah, I know that that's your b*tch, but you can't forget I smashed (b*tch)
You got a hundred bodies, know we can't forget to pass (Thot)
[Bridge]
(BennWaiting on the beat)
Hol' up, hol' up, ayy, look
[Verse 3]
I need me a milli or it will mean nothing
Hittin' that b*tch and I nut on her stomach (Woo)
Don't give a fu*k if they're sister or cousin
Or aunty or brother, I'm shootin' or somethin'
Yeah, you say you get money, but it don't mean nothin' (Yeah)
Yeah, choppa is Russian
Yeah, my b*tch be fussin'
Yo' b*tch be cussin', my b*tch [?]
This sh*t is ugly just like my wrist
We cookin' her somethin' just for your b*tch
Diamonds is bussin', look at the sh*t (Damn)
Yo' b*tch look like [?]
I count up the check, boy, ahead head of the town
Stocks going up and your b*tch going down
That b*tch look like Penny Proud
You ni**a, you look like a clown