Mattress (feat. RewindRaps)

Yeah, pour up the medicine I'm with my bitch F*ck all the chips I'm tryna die rich This shit a game I need an assist If that shit a rack that shit on his head Right on his cap just like it's Lids Right on his cap just like it's Lids Right on his cap just like it's Lids Like MTV I'm at her crib No this not your bitch How the f*ck you calling dibs If you really thought she was yours Then she woulda stayed at the crib But she came out with the gang And she couldn't help that shit Couldn't help stacking up the bands Put the money in the mattress Ain't no Saran but I wrapped it I'm making money off of rapping Not in the street but I'm active My bitch finna ask where the cash is I'm cashin' it out it's a habit Louie and Dior the fabric Stretchin' her out like elastic Then cover it up like a bandage This shit getting harder to manage Know she my bitch and she couldn't stand it F*ck an award I don't need me a Grammy But I want a Grammy okay I can't cap I ain't try to make the money it came onto me Okay it fall in my lap Shawty do it sloppy okay she sucking my meat Okay she wettin' my lap Yeah, pour up the medicine I'm with my bitch F*ck all the chips I'm tryna die rich This shit a game I need an assist If that shit a rack that shit on his head Right on his cap just like it's Lids Right on his cap just like it's Lids Right on his cap just like it's Lids Like MTV I'm at her crib No this not your bitch How the f*ck you calling dibs If you really thought she was yours Then she woulda stayed at the crib But she came out with the gang And she couldn't help that shit Couldn't help stacking up the bands Put the money in the mattress Put the money in the mattress Brodie stay sippin' mad Trish Phone jumping Put that bitch on the bed now it's doing backflips She on something I got this bitch in the bed shawty doing mad tricks She give me head doing hat tricks What ever you want you can have it I ain't know where to stash it So I put that shit in the mattress Hit her right on top of where the cash is Still gon leave the bitch like her dad did They say I'm too outta pocket They say I'm rude need to stop it Walk in the bank I deposit They looking like "how you got it?" They wanna know how I did it They wanna know how a young nigga get it They wanna live how a young nigga living Vet bitch let a young nigga hit it She a wet bitch she got a young nigga swimming I'm getting green like some muhfuckin Spinach Pulled the racks out on that bitch She couldn't finish her sentence Hold up I told her "we finished" She tryna run it back like it's the beginning The Glock all black you know that we twinning If I up I'ma shoot till it ain't nothing in it Like Mortal Kombat that boy getting finished Mr. Hop On The Track And Start Slidin' And Slippin'