Scriptures

Yo, I don't know why y'all motherfuckers think this shit sweet, man Lets get this money, nigga Yeah, we coming different, nigga. Let's get this fucking money, gang Bitch! Let's get this money, nigga Niggas lose they souls so the flick could come out perfect I'm reading them like books, holy scriptures and biblical verses I'm a nightmare, the bloody Mary to these virgins Y'all ain't holding shit, only dick you got is the ones you jerking Your heart racing, I know you nervous You see me making cake and raising the stakes You don't like the way the table's turning Get out your bag and get a bag I know your pockets hurting I got a bag, now Imma shine, somebody open the curtains Get out the way, it's my time, I ain't play no games Stop the talking, little boy, we ain't moving the same Only thing on my brain is get the cream You moving funny, I'm getting money, know what I mean Get out the way, it's my time, I ain't playing no games Stop the talking, little boy, we ain't moving the same Only thing on my brain is get the cream You moving funny, I'm getting money, know what I mean One eye on the prize, they wondering what I'm aiming for One eye on time, they wondering what I'm waiting for I'm still far from my prime Three feet from the line I got shit they won't find Back on bully F*ck being kind I make bread off anything I get my hands on Call the goons up, My autobots make shit transform Drop y'all niggas off, so I got something to stand on F*ck a short game, I'm just tryna get my stash long Making dirty moves, so f*ck it I got my mask on I'ma live for free, I think I'ma go f*ck my landlord My ice make it snow, my bars making a sandstorm Get it, my shit so hot it make a blizzard a sandstorm I'm so nice I twist my words like a rams horns My shit filet mignon, Y'all niggas shit canned corn Clumsy motherfuckers, my shit smooth like a hand off Stay testing y'all niggas but you won't pass, I'm Gandalf Get out the way, it's my time, I ain't playing no games Stop the talking lil' boy, we ain't moving the same Only thing on my brain is get the cream You moving funny, I'm getting money, know what I mean Get out the way, it's my time, I ain't playing no games Stop the talking lil' boy, we ain't moving the same Only thing on my brain is get the cream You moving funny, I'm getting money, know what I mean My nigga, I can punch you in your chest And make your shoulders touch, I'm way too hot The ice on my body ain't cold enough, I'm everything you not Don't be tight because I showed you up Shots ain't getting fired, but trust me nigga, we loading up My nigga, pay attention, somebody get him some Adderall They scared around me Popping xannies like its tylenol Kept em in the dark like they Drake's son, Adenon Kept em in a nightmare, wondering would I had em on Don't get it twisted, I ain't even going hard yet I ain't even wilding, spitting them Brooklyn bars yet Cash only, I don't even need a card, but your bitch on my dick With my nut on her lip like it's Carmex, yeah I'm going dumb, stupid, and retarded, yeah Look at this shit that you niggas started, yeah They ain't wanna let me in the party Now I'm laughing to the bank in that Rari, yeah