Fuck i'm Le Goldmane
And lil boy you just a new statistic
Crystal caramelizing in the vain
That you was missing, bitch
You was out here flipping
Rolling round the kitchen
Tell me bout the story
You gonna pass up to your children, shit
I know if I live up to this shit
Then ama win
No more fuckin trashing
In the bottomless pit
They do what I tell them
That's exactly how they sing
Money over bitches
And that shit by any means
Lookin at your bitch
That's that prostitution label
Dirty bitch a passed around
Like sniff up on the table
How many times do I got to
Put it on paper
If you fool the boy then I know you ain't finna break him
Break him, brake him
Break your bones like raw material
Dusty in the kitchen
From the smoke in my imperium, bitch
Keep working for cash
You ain't gone see it later
Money making money
See my cash go escalator, fuck
All this shit is running
None this shit came out of luck
See that shit returning
No more fucking round with us
You got to untangle
From a loop when you get stuck
By the time you thirty
Forty pissing in a cup
Pissing in a cup, fuck you lookin at
Lil ass boy
Tryna get the pack
Smoking on the loudest
I need an accountant
Just to count up all this shit that I been fuckin making
In the past month bitch
I know all that money coming faster than shit
I know all that money comin faster
Than me lookin at a ten,
Wah wah whhha
What the fuck am I saying, shit, shit
*Nonsense*