Ayy, ayy, on my, on my, on my, on my, on my, on my grindin' shit and I ain't stoppin
Till a billionaire
Better watch your back, cause niggas fake just like Brazilian hair
I ain't tryna take it there, just cause it's civilians here
Open up her legs and proceed to shoot my kids in there money be the power and you niggas be
The weakest links
I be spazzin' out, actin' out before I even think
Tryna be a better nigga, pray to God before I sleep
Over dead bodies if a nigga think he hoing me
I'ma be a real one, til the coroner come dispose of me
Married to his rap shit, I was like six when it proposed to me
Now I'm feelin' like, ain't nobody really cold as me
Niggas hate on you, and disguise that shit jokingly
I ain't with that snake shit, if you hate me say it vocally
Always been the one, got me feelin' like the golden child
Knew my greatness coming when they see me in that ultrasound
It's a celebration, what's the word
We finna smoke a pound
Feelin' like I made it, ain't nobody here to hold me down
Bitch, what the f*ck is up
Bitch