Facts

This is a foreign fit bitch, don't touch shit

I'm throwin' big fits if you don't suck dick

I'm married to the money, I don't love no bitch

If you try to rob me, then your life get stripped

You tryna touch 10, I spent 10 on the whip

These hoes get no time, I just fuck then I dip

You focused on the green, I want blue like a Crip

You always goin' broke 'cause you can't make a flip

Your bitch on my dick, now you tryna fight her

Only love that neck ****, I don't even like her

Sayin' that I'm broke is like hearin' **** from a white boy

Three Gen' 4's, I ain't fuckin' with a high point

So icy, grill shiny

Eatin' like I'm TIP but I ain't fuckin' on no Tiny

I do this shit daily, count money like a hobby

And I'm prolly outta state like I just caught a body

Bank account match my Gucci belt, that's a lotta G's

Bitch, I'm banked up like I hit the lottery

A **** go crazy so you know it ain't no stoppin' me

I can't take you suckers serious, you **** comedy

She gave me good top, now a **** wanna body me

I don't even want her, tell that bitch stop callin' me

If I was you, I wouldn't let your main bitch follow me

You can't name a **** in my city that's as hot as me

I don't never throw blames, I be catchin' 'em

I be runnin' up a check, I ain't sweatin' 'em

You can't ask me how I do it, this shit regular

I be flexin' on these **** like a wrestler

I heard there's money on the floor, I'm a janitor

Said she wanna fuck, hold on, lemme check my calendar

Let her give me 10, it ain't shit to throw a band at her

I'm not a pimp, just a great money manager