[Produced by: Matthew Ali]
[Hook: Matthew Ali]
b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté
n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3
[Verse 1: Mali Smith]
Yeah, been had your bread and your b**hes, i'm racking them up
Tell em' go check on the numbers
I only like mothers, gave me the actual meaning of a motherf**er
Let me know how you feeling
Is you tryna' buss a move?
Heard you talking with your hands
Well show a n***a what it do
Show me if you bout it bout it, oh you really with it?
Well take a stand bro
Show a n***a that you Rambo
Oh that's like your real girl?
Like y'all deada** going out?
Like frfr sh**?
Take a look up in our thread
I ate her p**y like some mango's
And I really let that thang' go
I don't run up out of ammo
I got money on my body
Money color of my camo's
Got you running while i'm bussing
Looking like he do the tango
And i'm wherever gang go, yeah i'm wherever gang go
I got your rent in my mouth
I got your girl from the south
I do not never announce
They cannot f** with the sound
They sound like everyone out, everyone out is a hoe
All of you n***as a no, f** with your hoe
Only cause everyone tryna' f** with your hoe
[Hook: Matthew Ali]
b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté
n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3
[Verse 1: Matthew Ali]
Yeah, switch the flow on them b**hes
Sipping lean, getting throw'ed on them b**hes
Pull up on you in 2 whips, 20 inch rims get thrown on them b**hes ugh
Iced out both of my wristes
Hitting that b**h don't need no digits
In that club don't need no tickets
f** your crew cause we them n***as, yeah
And i'm flexing, belt buckle on Texas
We keep it 100, you lil' n***as keep it Gretzky
Yeah she wanna f**, she think that i'm s**y
Gave a fake number I do not know who she texting
Ain't my problem though
Steady mobbin' though
Money on your head, that's a yarmulke
Hallelujah though, made it out the hood
f** her on the low, call her Monica
n***a where your girlfriend stay?
Cause i'm tryna' fly her a** out
I seen her taking pics on the gram, with her a** out
I mean she got the type of yams to make me pa** out
She f** the boy one time and then I
"Cashed Out"
[Hook: Matthew Ali]
b**h I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your b**hes yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the p**y had to cook it like some sauté
n***a you was taking breaks, n***a I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3
[Outro: Mali Smith]
I'm juggin', i'm juggin'
b**h I been working
b**h I put that work in
b**h I been working
You can't hit me cause i'm working
I don't got no time cause i'm working
b**h I been working
On your b**h I put that work in
b**h I been workin
I said b**h I been working
Sheesh!