Onederful Armani White

[Intro]
Nigga, how I stuff a hundred dollars in quarters in one pocket?

[Verse 1]
I got it in, twenty-four seven, ain't come from a day job
But fuck it, we lucky to wake up
Speed bumpin' keep fuckin' her makeup, I'll take my pick
I know bimbo doves who'd pay to date my dip (I love my girl)
Until my friends roll up she hate the way I get
I'm on some other shit, fresh off of covenant
Convincing mama that I'm goin' to church
Count up the publishing, you be the judge of it
Youngest and still getting booked by my coverage, I put in work
When them niggas go to bed (Work), when them niggas get ahead (Work)
I ain't socials on them networks 'til my social is my net worth
Send her to her man, I ain't come here with no plans for you shorty
I wish you'd stopped asking questions you got the answer to shorty
Just jump in the front or jump on the bus
You get what I waste, I get what I want
Forget about brakes, it's Blanco, Khanzo, blindfold
Still'a smell the reign from the calm though, I'm from

[Pre-Chorus]
Five (Five), twenty-one five, that's all day
Feed me lies like, I fuck with the squad, that's what they all say
I thank God, hobbies turned to a job, ain't no off days
Plus we did this our way, back up in this one more again, it feel like–