[Verse 1: TomArts]
One for the money f** all them other funny numbers
I promised my crew We would rake dough up by the hundreds
I ain't stoppin' till' I do that Smoked out in a GH crewneck
These n***as wondering what to do next
Start by offering your girl to me for rough s**
Small sacrifice just to get your boo wet
New sheets means huge suplex
Drippin' so wipe me down where my shoes at
I know yall feel me Minus the d**
Ya'll gone have to deal me
If not yall gone have to k** me
Just keep it trill G Ya'll got low standards
I get lifted and chuck dueces at the cameras
All I need is family bad b**hes and vanity
With all the bullsh** My mind finds the sanity
All I wanna do is get high and then vanquish Critics keep quiet
Your opinions been relanquished
Bumpin my toons burnin on some stank sh**
Leave yo eyes lower than this basement
I like to call this dank sh**
Ya'll smokin what I like to call basic
b**h TomArts signing the f** out!!