Mashallah

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea ski! You've been chasing life for a feeling, yea! And you don't know the reason! Lotta niggas rap but they don't do that shit like me Chip Skylar baby, I'm so icy, I'm so clean I don't have no fuckin opps like i don't have no enemies Lotta niggas mad that they didn't make the team She said she tryna get some money, she wanna be like me Love my hood bitch, she gets money, love my hood bitch, she so mean I've been ballin' on a budget, guess tonight I'm sippin' green Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means No Franklin Saint, you watch how this wrist work This the typa shit to make a quiet girl twerk Why you doing all that talking? You gon end up on a shirt! Ima real nigga, said I love her first! Harlem baby gotta get it out the dirt! Got the drop, we gunna hit him where it hurts She ain't like me then, but all the hoes is on me now Yo bitch lose her mind when the gang come to town Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means Mashallah, we gettin' racks by any means WALLAHI