[ Featuring The Money ]
F*ck you, now go and tell your chick hello
Tryna bust my skeet on the freak's sheets and her squishmallows
If your ass wanna get mental, could get settled
Grip metal, blast an automatic through a trick's temple
I'm just playin', i'm sayin', you should die slow
Don't go get rifle, or overdose gettin' high, no
Let your mind go, creative, f*ck it I know
Everybody I loves commitin' suicide, yo!
I don't even know I keep a low profile vehicle
Y'all see me stroll around in a kia soul
We just stole just chillin' and i'm being dope
To death like the fent that's cut into a ki of blow
I know my shit's cold, yeah you know my shit's cold
I spit flows with those sickos on mcnichols
Who get dough with those pistols just so
They can put more deadly powder all up in your bitch nose
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, and here's where it gets awkward
A pro shit talker drops some hip hop for
These punk rockers to act like they shock towards
You say i'm crazy anyway, lucky you only got words
And i'm straight and shit but wait a bit
I'd still be game to shake my dick in the face of sick
Homophobic and racist pricks
At trump rallies, don't argue, gargle aids you bitch
You love the taste of it, maga really means gay as shit
Now they'd say he'd pray for me gratefully, i maintain that he,
Save the speech, for the lame brained and weak
You're not the same as me, i already drained my skeet
In muscle mommy, what these rhyme's mean is I came in strength
So what your preacher preaches ain't gonna reach us
I keep with credit card schemers with pockets full of visas
The only belief is do what thou pleases
So when i scream this, f*ck you, know i mean this
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you, me and the money are over here
F*ck you
