I'ma get the cash hoe, don't f*ck up my cash flow
Pussy rapper faking for some clout like what you mad for
I'ma get the cash hoe, don't f*ck up my cash flow
Smoking hella, yeah bitch I live my life on interstellar
Or like I'll spin back if I die like I'm a wind propeller
No matter what the drug I take is, I ain't feelin' better
But even if I make mistakes, you still gon' know the letters
B.L.X. up and so be careful where you stand hoe
Shout out to my homies out there trappin' in the bando
Walk I make a whirlwind not something like a fan though
Let me light this blunt and tell you what I really stand for
Bad bitches, clips that filled with rounds, blunts that fat as f*ck
He gon' take me down, it's 1v5, thought I'd be mad as f*ck
I wasn't, let em hit me till I'm bleeding from my lip
Looked them in the eyes, and said those punches won't un-f*ck your bitch, pussy boy
I got blood on my new shirt so now I'm angry, bitch I'm pissed
Ain't no coppers get involved, I settle shit, I ain't a snitch
Still went home and ate a meal while getting pampered by my bitch
If you tried to finish this, you shoulda hit a bigger lick
I'ma get the cash hoe, don't f*ck up my cash flow
Pussy rapper faking for some clout like what you mad for
I'ma get the cash hoe, don't f*ck up my cash flow
Pussy rapper faking for some clout like what you mad for
Smokin' hella, yeah bitch, I live my life on interstellar
Or like I'll spin back if I die like I'm a wind propeller
No matter what the drug I take is, I ain't feelin' better
But even if I make mistakes, you still gon' know the letters