Money

Hands on my knees shakin' ath on my thought sit

Post me a pic, finna make me a profit

When the liquor hit then a bith get toxic

Missionary or doggy style on my top sit

I’ve been lit since brush, thought-sit

Order 42 for the table, let's pop sit

Go to your place, no face, no case

99 percent tint in the blacked out wraith

I can't be fugged with, no

Ho, you can't touch this, hey

Bith, I do rich sit, uh

My money thick, thick, yeah

I'm in my bag, bith, huh

I'm on yo ass, bith, yeah

He say you all about money, hey

I'm on that cash sit, uh

Bith, I do pimp sit, yeah

Ho, you on simp sit, hey

They say you all about money, hey

I'm on that cash sit, uh

Fuggin' ath freaky nicka (ugh)

Don't even wear no comdoms (freaky ass)

Don't know how to treat a lady (the hell?)

I oughta smack yo mama

Pushy wet, good-ath neck (that's me), so I talk how I wanna

Faith a nicka, who, bith, do I look like fuggin' superwoman? (Hey, look)

Bith, I’m a star, I got these nickers wishin'

He say the hungry, this pushy the kitchen

Yeah, that's my dawg, he go sit down and listen

Call him a trick and he don't get a hold up

He know he giving his money to Jonas

He know it’s very expensive to date me

Told him go put that name on that account

Because when I need money, I ain't tryna hold up

I remember hoes used to clap for me happily

Now I’m bossed up and the same hoes mad at me

Acting like they riding, whole time tryna pass me

Watching me go through it, still tryna drag me

Acting like you winning, if you think about it actually

Are they supporting you, or really just attacking me? (Bruh)

I don’t give a sit 'bout a blog tryna bash me

Im the sit per the recording academy (yeah)

He don't wanna be saved, don't save him

That is not my nicka, don't claim him

'Bout 20 missed calls, he faded

White boy wasted, Channing Tatum

He don't wanna be kept, don't keep him

He don't want the baby then, bith, don't keep him

Ho, I don't get left, I’m a leaver

Hoes love me like Justin Bieber

Hoes say they wish a bith would and I'm a genie

Bith so hot, gotta stay in trunks

No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me

Real hot box, but a bith don't smoke

Hot guy but I’m still the coldest (hmm)

I'm a big homie but I ain't the oldest (hmm)

Bith dry hatin' tryna get noticed

Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Jonas (look)

Drinking at the mudder-fugging bar on my thought sit

Everything I say goes straight to my pockets

Pushy like crack, wanna hit it like dope

My pen a freak it-a go after a bith or a nicker

I don't need insurance 'cause a bith can't wreck me

You can get your dang wig turn like that

Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bith

One thing I know, two things for certain

None of these hoes sayin’ sit to my face

And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank

And I'm-a keep taking all the sit that I want

And I doubt one of you hoes come tell me I can't

I don’t be stressing 'bout none of these nickers

When they be talking, I don’t even listen

Tellin' me secrets, I'd probably forget it