Residual Xavy Rusan

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Look

[Chorus]
I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get off of me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a couple real haters, got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Too true for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop fifty, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a couple real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be

[Verse 1]
Look
Papa don't preach, teachers don't teach, niggas gon' reach, that's facts
I ain't worried 'bout none of that shit, I'm making that cash stack
Bunch of olds likе NASCAR, but it's really more like Nasdaq
Why thеy thinkin' that they hot shit when they really more like ass crack?
Quote it on me like a referee
Niggas hatin' what they'll never be
Small top with a big bottom, yeah, shawty shaped like a letter D
Let her have it, then I let her be
If you love it, gotta let it grow
Crazy 'cause ya really never know
When I'm hurtin', never let it show
I'm a two tone, two phone, two chain, new thang lane whipper
You a broke ass, low class, no cash, certified lame nigga
I'ma gettin' to it like I 'ought to
Couldn't pick so I bought two
Understand why your chick came
I'm just tryna figure why she brought you
I'm really rappin' and I'm flexed up, and I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm next up
Sleep on a nigga, they rest up, but I'm up and I'm gettin' my checks up
Me and the fellas be high to repel as that shit you could tell us we great, nigga
Lookin' at niggas like how do you figure, unless you been talking 'bout eight figures?