Drought

I just want the dough and then I’m out 1st up on the list then I twist up with the wrist And you better not be low with my amount Ima get my split then it’s back up off the grid and these niggas really dying for the clout Lookin for me you can find me on a cloud Yo people got it never better get that shit together All my niggas get whatever in the drought What you bout Said it was en route I just got back with that whole thang thought it was a drought And these niggas gettin no gains flexing on the couch Aint no resting here I’m wild all this sauce here ain’t no mild God damn feel like the MVP in gods plan Don’t drop the ball let it live in Gods hands Not at all don’t consider y’all fam Cookin up got all the pans Lookin up for all the plans I remember you a bencher I’m in the field January to December I’m on a mission you was quitting I done fell in love with hustling I was smitten If ya need that lemme know the order Get the bag get the bag In that order I be meeting all my Quotas Carry big weight on my shoulders Last to leave out ima soldier First to go and say I told ya Once I make a bit I make an exit Gotta make a lot that’s no exceptions Where that check at yeah I’m checkin If she caked up I’ll caress it Ion like my cut with creases ion know why I’m selective You niggas awfully pathetic Yo hoe could call me she get it So yeah you outtah protect it before I auto correct it I’m goin Ghost with the power To me you nothing but chowder And when you grindin like this it make everything turn to powder Awh man ima user you a loser I pull up on ya serve it to ya out the uber I be working never worried Still goin need that when I’m buried Last to care about a jury First to ask ya if ya heard me I said