'96 Bulls

You never met a **** this cold

Somebody tell them boys class never gets old

The more success they hate me

That’s the way this shit goes

Married to the money that relationship goals

Never will I fold

Pay me what you owe

It ain’t a cougar trine holla

When I wave the .44, uh

Money don’t change ****

It only amplifies

Who they really are

The sold you a bag of lies

This the land of the wise

All the lamb of disguise

I’ll never lose my cool

But not a fan of your vibes!

Okay, I’m from the dirty

Need to be sanitized

Product of ghetto teaching

This ain’t that class at DeVry

Moving that cocaina

They call it that Spanish bride

I love her I fantasize

I’m just staying alive

Food for the soul

Stuck with a can of pride

You **** can’t see me

Fuck it, I’m camera shy

You better eat your Wheaties

I park it where I can see

Shit will get hot and shaky

Like Parkinson’s with the fever

This ain’t checkers, its chess

All I see is the cleavage

Butting heads with the best

It ain’t nothing to Beavis

I’m the meanest, boy!

I got it zipped up

Thriller jacket, I mean it

Bad bitch from Ibiza

She brought a friend like a feature

She got that good, Grade A head

I had to repeat it, uh

Six ring flow

Leave it after the beep then

I’m from the bottom

Where half these cats are deceitful

Where **** drive by

And double back like the sequel

Lethal, I’m the GOAT

Rappers should take some notes

All you **** is pussy

Don’t drop the soap

Puffy dancin’ on the money, hoe!

Peep how my hunger grows

Life is a fat bitch

I love her money rolls

They wake up on my dick

Go eat your Honey Combs

Go where they money go

Location undisclosed

Tell her the check don’t bounce

Tell her my tongue can roll

I pull up in a 'vert

Then peel off like under clothes

Picture life being perfect

Man, I struck a pose

Man, I’m too down to earth

For these stuck up hoes

In the A, I diddy-bop

She got her titties propped up

Ass fat

And she let me lick the clitty pop

With a dark brown sis

Like she dipped in Willy Wonk

You lost the noodle t

Thinking I ain’t really dripping sauce

Poppa check the skillet

Nothing I’m just chillin’

Pussy **** got that virus

Hope my sisters catch no feelings

Keep them bitches out your business

Help your **** run a business

These **** swear they gods

But know nothing ‘bout forgiveness

The world showed you

Moguls are just crooked politicians

Spending hunnids since they had they baby face

Like Kenneth

I’d rather be a Goofy

Then a Mickey, stop the snitching

Internet thuggin', hashtag killers

A star in your eyes, baby

Ask Jack Thriller

Selling boy and that girl

Ariana, Mac Miller

Crack rap, with a

Backpack twist of

Young black ****

Tryna crack the system

Dreamin'