I’m on a money making mission

Momma knew I had to make it cause I’m gifted

Baptize these rappers like a christening

Expose these cappers cause I’m different

I’m on a money making mission

Man don’t wanna give no recognition

Despite the fact I laid out the definition

But these **** don’t listen

Yeah they always got they ears shut

In one and out the other give no fucks

They been told to sit back and listen to the boy buck

Well oh shucks

I guess I gotta keep that ting tucked

Ting tucked

They been stuck

Of wim wams

And bere luck

It’s always them ones that got them cheer leadersssssss

But them cheers sucked

This mans rear seekers

Musta had they ass fucked

My mans got bere bleepers

And might slap shots in da 5 hole like a damn puck

Fast cars and Mac trucks

My girl ain’t gimme no hawk tuah cause she already perfected the Gluck Gluck

But they ain’t catch that

Cause most of yall listen to the beat

But you ain’t even hear the **** rap

You ain’t ever seen a **** trap

But yall the first ones to be home on your couch and claim that

Like the mans who say they ballers but they ain’t that

So you pick them on your team but can’t give them the ball when they open

They won’t make that

Speaking of shooting I know **** who bus

But I don’t take that

Behind the wheel since 16 with no licence

I had to fake that

Cause shawdy was rolling with me

In the 40 I’m doing 50

Praying to god please forgive me

Hoping that the federonies don’t pull me over

With these hot bars **** where’s my chauffeur

Gimme bread cause I’m hot no toaster

Got that drip

No coaster

That bow bow

No holster

She love man

Might ghost her

But it’s crazy cause most these shawtys these days just tryna play with ****

So when my **** invite me out

It’s a simple reply

No sir