Now you know I'm bout my money moolah, chips yea ahoy
Too trick on you or not is the question? Bitch that is my choice
You know I rock out with my cock out live a life of Pink Floyd
Since my cock out you can blow job like you getting unemployed
See I got lovers I got haters pay the latter no mind
Long as they don't stop my climb up that corporate ladder I'm fine
See I don't throw shade I say hooray boy whenever you shine
But right now it is Fro o'clock homey so yea it's my time
No you can't look into my future if you do you'll come blind
If Cleo told you that she did I'm here to tell you she lyin'
Kattie got my heart Sherri got my bizz Mamma got my spine
Right now you you other hoes get nothing so just please get in line
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
See Even when I was young boy they still called me the man
I'm so cool God a follow me if he had a Instagram
I used to grind hard in these streets now I just relax on sand
Yo girl pale as Cher til she vacay wit me come back with tan
I'm so far up if i come down baby I'd just have to land
Yea I've been fly but my thought process is not like Peter Pans
See I'm an asshole with this cash flow couldn't be stopped by a dam
If I don't give a f*ck what makes you think that I give a damn?
I'm so cool calm and collective see me stress? Not at all
I'm on the rise a pool of moneys what I'll hit when I fall
I'm whack I suck I ain't that nice for real? I just be subpar?
You right I might be all those things but I'm still better than y'all
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
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Now you know I'm bout my money moolah, chips yea ahoy
Too trick on you or not is the question? Bitch that is my choice
You know I rock out with my cock out live a life of Pink Floyd
Since my cock out you can blow job like you getting unemployed
See I got lovers I got haters pay the latter no mind
Long as they don't stop my climb up that corporate ladder I'm fine
See I don't throw shade I say hooray boy whenever you shine
But right now it is Fro o'clock homey so yea it's my time
No you can't look into my future if you do you'll come blind
If Cleo told you that she did I'm here to tell you she lyin'
Kattie got my heart Sherri got my bizz Mamma got my spine
Right now you you other hoes get nothing so just please get in line
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
See Even when I was young boy they still called me the man
I'm so cool God a follow me if he had a Instagram
I used to grind hard in these streets now I just relax on sand
Yo girl pale as Cher til she vacay wit me come back with tan
I'm so far up if i come down baby I'd just have to land
Yea I've been fly but my thought process is not like Peter Pans
See I'm an asshole with this cash flow couldn't be stopped by a dam
If I don't give a f*ck what makes you think that I give a damn?
I'm so cool calm and collective see me stress? Not at all
I'm on the rise a pool of moneys what I'll hit when I fall
I'm whack I suck I ain't that nice for real? I just be subpar?
You right I might be all those things but I'm still better than y'all
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
Too trick on you or not is the question? Bitch that is my choice
You know I rock out with my cock out live a life of Pink Floyd
Since my cock out you can blow job like you getting unemployed
See I got lovers I got haters pay the latter no mind
Long as they don't stop my climb up that corporate ladder I'm fine
See I don't throw shade I say hooray boy whenever you shine
But right now it is Fro o'clock homey so yea it's my time
No you can't look into my future if you do you'll come blind
If Cleo told you that she did I'm here to tell you she lyin'
Kattie got my heart Sherri got my bizz Mamma got my spine
Right now you you other hoes get nothing so just please get in line
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
See Even when I was young boy they still called me the man
I'm so cool God a follow me if he had a Instagram
I used to grind hard in these streets now I just relax on sand
Yo girl pale as Cher til she vacay wit me come back with tan
I'm so far up if i come down baby I'd just have to land
Yea I've been fly but my thought process is not like Peter Pans
See I'm an asshole with this cash flow couldn't be stopped by a dam
If I don't give a f*ck what makes you think that I give a damn?
I'm so cool calm and collective see me stress? Not at all
I'm on the rise a pool of moneys what I'll hit when I fall
I'm whack I suck I ain't that nice for real? I just be subpar?
You right I might be all those things but I'm still better than y'all
Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land
Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced
I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes
Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes
Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly
I'm A real nigga to I die
I go so hard they asking why
Don't ask no questions bout me
I've been, flexing', too hard
Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve
Shawty know my, sauce too crazy
Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby
Writer: Jeffrey Dean, Justin Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.