Im stacking money on top off money And bitches under that, off of fucking raps Once i master the craft then its a fucking rap Plan my two feet on the map no matter where im at Im making big moves, you can snooze Im making fucking crack Im never coming back, thats what i told my dorm days Touched a little money, im addicted off of for play Fucked lady luck Now im cuming on that whores face Fuck is luck I see whats in my front like a horse race Im on a fucking mish to get all of my niggas rich And they never trip cause they already know i got this shit Golf wang you a poser you can eat a dick While i reefer twist, and be on point like a eastern pic Living life by the horns, bitch nigga you need a grip But you ain't got the drive or the talent to compete with this I let the cameras flash on my half famous ass And im cool with that, the hunger for more is what makes it last Blowing tour money, just looking at this fucking swag Niggas trying to do me is suffering like a succotash My ambitions as a rider my mothers lag Killing every thing Tell the coroners bring a couple bags Smokers going h.a.m My fans tell me im fucking rad Bitches getting thrown out the crib like they fucking jazz Bel-air hopes, and domnier toasts Bad bitches rolling weed wherever domnier smokes And you can catch me in the grass like a fucking scare crow Stoner swaging, fitted hiding my fucking hair bro Im a beat im a monster, no really im a monster You see the energy i be giving out at the concert Air plane mode for them hoes blowing my line up Game perfect, early saturday getting a line up Im ducked, off in ladera somewhere, highered up Smelling the loudest, it can't be really hard to find us Fuck having friends Nothing but fam roll behind us We divide ends while you fuck niggas divide trust Rolling that fine up, plotting getting rhymes up Getting my eyes on the prize, bitch niggas yo times up Im tougher than revenge on my ex bitch When she gotta see me out in public with my next bitch Mirror on the wall saying Genesis the freshest of freshman Even upper class take lessons Wanna make some bread Well im the shit you should invest with If you ain't talking money Then start heading to the exit Everything i touch is like baker with a death wish Its about that time that you give me my respect bitch
