Dividend Yield

Look baby I’m way too

Too high to be worried ‘bout what a **** said about me

I’m way too

Too fly to be comin’ down dishin’ out game for the free

I’m way too, uh

Too fye not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em wit’ a fee

You way too, uh

Too dry to be hatin’ on the drippy **** who they wanna be

I’m way too

Ran up my partners, I’m too activated now

They know that I’m poppin, I ain’t have to say it now

I been out here livin’, let them actors play around

Uh, she gon’ lemme rub it, flip it, smack it, lay it down

Big racks on the line, fuck beefin’ with a bum

Yappin’ on the gram, he ain’t eatin’ on a crumb

Fuckin’ wit’ a steppa baby, you know how to play it

I don’t speak a lot, but I just mean it when I say it

You are not a threat, I got the game face on

Even tho ya greet me wit’ ya stank face on

**** quit the cappin’ wit’ ya gang bang song

You ain’t never hit the block it take place on

Movin’ wit’ the mission had to cancel out the clutter

Quarantine clean, two steppin’ in the gutta

Throw them fo’s up for the numba one stunna

Hit the low side, had to tap in wit’ the brothas

Look baby I’m way too

Too high to be worried ‘bout what a **** said about me

I’m way too

Too fly to be comin’ down dishin’ out game for the free

I’m way too, uh

Too fye not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em wit’ a fee

You way too, uh

Too dry to be hatin’ on the drippy **** who they wanna be

I’m way too

Look

Ran up my ****, I be Diddy boppin’ now

Here for the week, I got the city poppin’ out

We done heard it all, tell ‘em they ain’t sayin’ nothin’

You can’t put the money down? We ain’t even comin’

Phone line jumpin’, goin’ gold from the couch

Got her toe touchin’, put a fold in ya spouse

I ain’t stressin’ nothin hoe, ya know what I’m ‘bout

Nappy headed **** with the gold in the mouth

Headed to the crib, made a stop for the Goose

Beat it from the back, tryna knock some’n loose

Hit it from the side, rap game right hook

**** talk bigger than they real life look

Playa of the year, hoe I’m really in the field

Wit’ the gang talkin’ ‘bout the dividend yield

Say they wanna work, gettin’ smacked wit’ the fees

Slidin thru the side, wit’ the macs and the G’s

Look baby I’m way too

Too high to be worried ‘bout what a **** said about me

I’m way too

Too fly to be comin’ down dishin’ out game for the free

I’m way too, uh

Too fye not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em wit’ a fee

You way too, uh

Too dry to be hatin’ on the drippy **** who they wanna be

I’m way too