Can’t Make This Up Future

[Intro]
Let's go
I can't make this up
(I ain't gotta write this shit down.. fuck what they talkin bout)
Because I can't make this up

[Verse 1]
When you getting money they say you joined the illuminati
Only time they talkin', when you getting money
When you run the city bad bitches come runnin'
Now they get to be in ya presence, they coming
I can fuck a bad bitch poor bitch real split
I was commin' over old head like slick rick
Nothin rapper, this some OG kurkwood shit
(whatcha got on your plate future?) Fish and Grits!
Take a pic Snap a flick kiss my kicks they pay attention
Must they finally realize you in the murkin mix
You gone pull in line or we gone spit that venom
I'm thinkin 10 steps ahead I want my own denim
We were goin in them stackin every penny
Stretching every nickel over the same strippers
I gave it to you straight up, right down the center
We don't like rappin this car is foreign right down the center

[Hook]
I'm kickin real street talk (I can't make this up)
Imma mofukin boss (I can't make this up)
You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)
Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)
Do it playa do tha shit (I can't make this up)
I seen u niggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)
Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)
Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)