​roo doo ​bbno$ & lentra

[Intro]
Lentra on the beat, he's fucking it up
Hey, the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fucking Lentra, the god?

[Chorus]
She gotta fitness, fat ass, tryna do some business
Let me whip it, arm big, damn I eat my spinach
Drop a hitta, breaking, records like I'm Guinness
Like 'em basic, sevens, so I'm really 'bout my litness, ayy
And I'm hot for quiche, so I'm after money
Bringing out the leash, and it was your mommy's
And she want the D, but it wasn't sunny
(Ayy, what? Sorry, but umm)

[Verse 1]
Getting all this money
So I might just change my name to something punny
Baby with the money, put it on my name
Like why, you tryna ball with me, I created this game
I'm sinkin' three's from half court
While I'm wearing a forty pound chain
Out in China, getting couple bags
I feel like Santa, lemme check the tag
And thotties on my mind, I'm at the stake
Blame it on the lag, I see you're dying from the vape
You call me GOAT for your escape
I'm dripping so much, made a lake
Betty Crocker how I whip my wrist, I made a cake
How I really wish I had my fits, a Bathing Ape
Baby flowing crazy like linguist, Bolognese
Pull up on, I'll pop you like a zit, Johnny Cage
Blood clot, big thot, I ain't fazed, yeah
Two wrists, big nerf, do not play, yeah
Don't trip, New Balance, purple with the Suede, yuh
Yo baby like what you even sayin'?