Flute in the Wind

My hands getting tired from flipping through all this money

I'm counting my dividends

He think he him but he's not he a middle man

I got more plaques than a mother fucking dental plan

Bath and body my candle is lit again

Had ya moment it came then it went again

Shorty don't hit my phone, you ain't feminine

If I hit Shorty once imma hit again

There go little bro he just landed in Michigan

And believe he been standing on business

Got my soldiers with me we move militant

And my prime is not something I've entered yet

Wanna talk we don't talk on the internet

Marlon Wayans all you **** my little men

And I'm stepping in **** I'm floating on ****

Somehow I got high off adrenaline

Them **** ain't know how it felt

Still independent

Why would I sign to a label to have my song sit on a shelf

It's open season

I'm hunting down all you **** it's bout to get buck like an elk

These **** love wasting time

it would surprise me if they wore a watch as a belt

I don't not be in the club

Or be on the hub but somehow I'm still feeling myself

Yeah yeah

Don't wanna be famous

I just want my bag and my trophies like **** we made it

And Shout out to savage

My shorty Caucasian but she cook that shit like she Asian

And who would've thought

That I would be selling out shows and jumping on stages

Somehow imma do it again

You ain't gotta like me, my head on a swivel the way I maneuver and slip

The steeper the hole, the deeper I go, you know how I dig and I dig

If I let it blow, I'll fill them with holes now he's just a flute in the wind

High as hell but I don't need a pilot

My time is too valuable she gotta hop on the private to see me in private

The real Willy Wonka,

you play with my chocolate chips imma turn you boys purple violet

And Im on a whole other level

A different vibration my phone is on silence **** yeah