I could sell my closet nigga right now, if you can't pull a hundred out yo wallet you should pipe down
I be making niggas wanna put they mic down, you was never rapping why you picking up a mic now
Who you fooling who believing all the hype
It ain't I, I just made a couple hundred off of stripe
And your girl she's a thief in the night she my vice
For a price I could really make a nigga see the light
Four door Panamera tell 'em make it all white
Drama Mikoto he might get you off white
I just say okay I don't fuss I don't fight
I ain't right in the head, bitch you said that
I got niggas telling me I'm really next up
If I wasn't rapping still would run up a check up
Told my momma I was stressed she just told me rest up
She a goat half a million when nigga I flex up
I believe in hustling and hard work
Give me a hundred I might let you get a small verse
How I can't depend on you I'm who you call first
No I don't want smoke about a bitch you better call her
You niggas put the bar on the floor I had to put it up in space
By the way, lil bitch I'm doing great
Why they hate, Ion know Cause it's money on the floor
I might pull up to my show, With your hoe
Wit a load eughh
I might blow a bag in Bodega
I might blow a bag in Botega
Nigga I might take yo hoe to Ruth Chris
Bad bitch tell her give me brain like she toothless
Every bitch I ever had did me ruthless, the truth is I might be the problem I admit it
Bitch I'll never stop I ain't quitting ain't no limit lil nigga I ain't stopping till I'm living right