[Verse 1]
Money comin' in, gotta count it, it’s a must
Since you smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto puff
All these niggas do is walk around like they tough
’Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin's butt
Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard (Nah)
Twenty-one and I'm walkin' with a black card (Yeah)
Ran up a check, I should be a track star
He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart
Right on that nigga face (Haha)
Should've saw his expression, look like he got maced
Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him)
Shoes untied, but I still win a race
I’m on a whole ’nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out)
Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out)
If you don't answer, then I’m at your man's house (Man's house)
Nickname, "Get More," 'cause he ran out
What trends have you set? Can I ask? (Can I ask?)
Rockin’ lace fronts but you come in last
Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?)
Same bitch wear clothes with a tag
Weak ass music got my ear bleedin'
My bitches don't jump, we ain't cheerleadin'
Noise in the crib, I don't fear demons
Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin'
Money comin' in, gotta count it, it’s a must
Since you smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto puff
All these niggas do is walk around like they tough
’Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin's butt
Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard (Nah)
Twenty-one and I'm walkin' with a black card (Yeah)
Ran up a check, I should be a track star
He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart
Right on that nigga face (Haha)
Should've saw his expression, look like he got maced
Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him)
Shoes untied, but I still win a race
I’m on a whole ’nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out)
Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out)
If you don't answer, then I’m at your man's house (Man's house)
Nickname, "Get More," 'cause he ran out
What trends have you set? Can I ask? (Can I ask?)
Rockin’ lace fronts but you come in last
Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?)
Same bitch wear clothes with a tag
Weak ass music got my ear bleedin'
My bitches don't jump, we ain't cheerleadin'
Noise in the crib, I don't fear demons
Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin'
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