I Did

Mariano, what the fuck?

Yeah

I said I'd make it now look what I did

She wanna fuck the plastic, save my kids

Put racks in my pockets, that shit gettin' big

And God told me that I'm gonna make it all week

I don't got time for no fake shit, I gotta focus

I gotta get me some paper

She callin' my phone

Talkin' bout some shit later, had to block a bitch I don't hate her

How the fuck I make all these hits I don't know

I got 20 40 hits in the bank thats sure

Your hoe wanna slide that's a no, no, no

I got racks comin' in gotta go, go, go

She fillin' my cup with the faygo

Fillin' that shit when I say so, uh

Got money comin' in gotta lay low

Bitch wanna fuck, this shit like play-doh, uh

After I made it I ain't feel the same

They were sayin' I fell off, like stop chasin' game

All these pussy boys talkin', like stay in your lane

I got mo' money, mo' problems, we not the same

I said I'd make it now look what I did

She wanna fuck the plastic, save my kids

Put racks in my pockets, that shit gettin' big

And God told me that I'm gonna make it all week

I don't got time for no fake shit, I gotta focus

I gotta get me some paper

She callin' my phone

Talkin' bout some shit later, had to block a bitch I don't hate her

Hunneds comin' in I can't stop it, no

Made hella bread on the profit, oh

Seen that I made it on top

They want to come back, cause they know that I got this hoe

I said I'd make it now look what I did

She wanna fuck the plastic, save my kids

Put racks in my pockets, that shit gettin' big

And God told me that I'm gonna make it all week

I don't got time for no fake shit, I gotta focus

I gotta get me some paper

She callin' my phone

Talkin' bout some shit later, had to block a bitch I don't hate her

How the fuck I make all these hits I don't know

I got 20 40 hits in the bank thats sure

Your hoe wanna slide that's a no, no, no

I got racks comin' in gotta go, go, go

She fillin' my cup with the faygo, uh

Fillin' that shit when I say so, uh

Got money comin' in gotta lay low

Bitch wanna fuck, this shit like play-doh, uh

After I made it I ain't feel the same

They were sayin' I fell off, like stop chasin' game

All these pussy boys talkin', like stay in your lane

I got mo' money, mo' problems, we not the same

No wonder that I could make it right now that I made it, I'm happy I proved all 'em wrong

Money inside of my pocket I let that shit fill up I love when my money get long

I took out the drop top I let that shit swerve

And I give all I got 'cause I'm tryna get heard

Put God on my side he told me it's gon' work

And the angels told me that they puttin' me first

Yeah, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, yuh

I said I'd make it now look what I did

She wanna fuck the plastic, save my kids

Put racks in my pockets, that shit gettin' big

And God told me that I'm gonna make it all week

I don't got time for no fake shit, I gotta focus

I gotta get me some paper

She callin' my phone

Talkin' bout some shit later, had to block a bitch I don't hate her

How the fuck I make all these hits I don't know

I got 20 40 hits in the bank thats sure

Your hoe wanna slide that's a no, no, no

I got racks comin' in gotta go, go, go

She fillin' my cup with the faygo