Best Have My Money

Uh oh Hold up Yo bitch trash Whoa Slow up My bitch bad She get the bag Don't mean to brag F*ck I mean Shit Yeah I do No love for you Cold (brrr) Don't need no Thera flu (Achuuu) Sick Ice on me The culprit I don't talk that stick talk But you might get hit (doot doot) No time for drama Too busy tryna spark something And yes applause are needed My Pull out game still undefeated Thank you Jesus Hop on the beat And I go ape shit Like a Alpha I don't do romancing Bitch I ain't no Kappa Your whole life is pretend You be Ca-Ca-Cappin You an actor Take yo bitch To my old town road And hit her with my tractor I am not a rapper Nope Just dope as f*ck bruh Yeah I know they hating If I ain't losing Then I'm up bruh Take your time to know us Yeah bitch yeah I glowed up You are just a thot You not gettin flown up I give her long dick Cuz bitch I'm a grown up It's soft right now Just Wait until I grow up I know this shit is hard Now I'm bout to go nuts All about my money Call it doughnuts My pockets all grown up I moved all my clientele Now your shit slowed up Had to switch my flow up Hold up Hold up Bags Bags I'm getting To It Bags Bags I'm running To it Bags Bags Watch me Lose it Bags Bags I'm getting To It Bags Bags I'm running To it Bags Bags Watch me Lose it Who that callin me I'm busy Who that textin me I'm busy Time is money Money's time If it ain't about the money Excuse me I get chips Like Frito- Lay F you If you Not gone pay Throw it my way I'm gone slay It ain't cheating If I ain't bust a nut Hate a girl that talk it up But then she really suck (trash) Flewed out Ha You might get bussed Or trained Fucking wit me Dame Yeah My bitch hot She might just melt She twerkin All on my belt She workin Tryna get felt F*ck the acne Off a bitch I f*ck the eyebrows Off a bitch I wanna rap bars That are woke But that ain't really What you want Already got seeds Turning up Already got C's In my cup Naw we never got Free lunch Momma worked To feed us I'm More scared of you Niggas Then these white Folks Sad They hate me Cuz I got that bag Even tho I wanna Give it back Yo girl calling Making reservations I put that hoe On a waitlist Got my weight up Now I'm famous I love my hoes Nameless Hit it from the back Faceless It's too phat Gracious She on her knees Goodness Now she No Knees Tasteless Mmm She gotta man But I'm what she Need Look how I ride the beat Look how she riding me Lit like a candle I know how to handle Her Eat the box up Dismantle her