She want a nigga with money (Okay)
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
She told me she wanna feel love
Girl, I bet I can make you feel something
See the opps on the block and we dumpin' (Fa, fa, fa)
Finally got it, turned nothing to something
She gon' love on this dick, McLovin
Ass fat like Nicki, Ms. Bubble (Okay)
They throw dirt on my name, all that rubble
Sent a hit, pussy boy, you in trouble
She seein' ya boy got the money (Okay)
She know that she wanna come meet
Matching my style not cheap
Not everybody got it like me
Designer clothes, designer my sheets
Hunnid bands, watch 'em fall, sheesh
I had to get it for real
Match fits, match with my girl
Bust down diamond my grill
Cash flow out of this world
New bitch, giving her a whirl
She know that I'll cover a bill
Y'all know for Wahzzy I'll kill
Searching for love that's real
I'm burning old bridges, Mikal
Get so high, can't even feel
Get so high, can't tell what's real
Said "We should try again", oh well
Number one in my class, Karl-Anthony
Ball out in New York, Melo Anthony
I am not you, bitch, I am an entity
Furnish new crib with several amenities
Chop off the roof, call it John F. Kennedy
Biting my flow, need to get an identity
She said she sick, I said "I am the remedy"
Burn a clip on a opp accidentally
Make him float like he got no density
I am so, so sick instrumentally
Send him up, call that death penalty
Get so high, that's serenity
Up the score, I'ma match the intensity
Number one prospect this century
I'm respected, they love my integrity
She want a nigga with money (Okay)
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
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She want a nigga with money (Okay)
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
She told me she wanna feel love
Girl, I bet I can make you feel something
See the opps on the block and we dumpin' (Fa, fa, fa)
Finally got it, turned nothing to something
She gon' love on this dick, McLovin
Ass fat like Nicki, Ms. Bubble (Okay)
They throw dirt on my name, all that rubble
Sent a hit, pussy boy, you in trouble
She seein' ya boy got the money (Okay)
She know that she wanna come meet
Matching my style not cheap
Not everybody got it like me
Designer clothes, designer my sheets
Hunnid bands, watch 'em fall, sheesh
I had to get it for real
Match fits, match with my girl
Bust down diamond my grill
Cash flow out of this world
New bitch, giving her a whirl
She know that I'll cover a bill
Y'all know for Wahzzy I'll kill
Searching for love that's real
I'm burning old bridges, Mikal
Get so high, can't even feel
Get so high, can't tell what's real
Said "We should try again", oh well
Number one in my class, Karl-Anthony
Ball out in New York, Melo Anthony
I am not you, bitch, I am an entity
Furnish new crib with several amenities
Chop off the roof, call it John F. Kennedy
Biting my flow, need to get an identity
She said she sick, I said "I am the remedy"
Burn a clip on a opp accidentally
Make him float like he got no density
I am so, so sick instrumentally
Send him up, call that death penalty
Get so high, that's serenity
Up the score, I'ma match the intensity
Number one prospect this century
I'm respected, they love my integrity
She want a nigga with money (Okay)
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
She told me she wanna feel love
Girl, I bet I can make you feel something
See the opps on the block and we dumpin' (Fa, fa, fa)
Finally got it, turned nothing to something
She gon' love on this dick, McLovin
Ass fat like Nicki, Ms. Bubble (Okay)
They throw dirt on my name, all that rubble
Sent a hit, pussy boy, you in trouble
She seein' ya boy got the money (Okay)
She know that she wanna come meet
Matching my style not cheap
Not everybody got it like me
Designer clothes, designer my sheets
Hunnid bands, watch 'em fall, sheesh
I had to get it for real
Match fits, match with my girl
Bust down diamond my grill
Cash flow out of this world
New bitch, giving her a whirl
She know that I'll cover a bill
Y'all know for Wahzzy I'll kill
Searching for love that's real
I'm burning old bridges, Mikal
Get so high, can't even feel
Get so high, can't tell what's real
Said "We should try again", oh well
Number one in my class, Karl-Anthony
Ball out in New York, Melo Anthony
I am not you, bitch, I am an entity
Furnish new crib with several amenities
Chop off the roof, call it John F. Kennedy
Biting my flow, need to get an identity
She said she sick, I said "I am the remedy"
Burn a clip on a opp accidentally
Make him float like he got no density
I am so, so sick instrumentally
Send him up, call that death penalty
Get so high, that's serenity
Up the score, I'ma match the intensity
Number one prospect this century
I'm respected, they love my integrity
She want a nigga with money (Okay)
So she want a nigga like me (Okay)
She told me her old nigga bummy
Don't you say that, I bet he was trying
Judge him off his wealth, pet peeve
Not everybody got it like me
Not everybody got it, oh well
Demon bitch, I'm racing her to hell
Writer: Donavan Bain, Lucas Goat
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