[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Damn
That's how n***as get when they start gettin' money
They don't hit you up, they don't text back
When you out don't look at me
Ain't that a bitch, why is you rich?
Eat two dicks, I don't give a shit
And you gotta a lisp, I ain't ate shit
Told me I was nothing, you could suck a dick
Now look at you, all on my back
Tryna fuck my bitches, tryna hit the back
Fuck you ho, take a lap
Oh, you wanna sleep, bow!, take a nap
Don't forget we was raised in the trap
Sittin' in the front, head to the back
Rosa Parks that, bitch [?]
It's my turn, oh, you mad?
Everything's goin' according to the plan
Used to be the man, now you just a fan
Used to sell pounds, now you sellin' grams
Said your ass was solo, now you're in a band
Thought it all would last, should've made a plan
Now you in a box, [?] on the sand
Two front teeth, I don't give a damn
Sweet ass n***as actin' like jam
[Chorus]
Why the fuck would I stress it?
'Cause ho I been countin\ my blessings
I got women undressin'
We fuck without poppin' the question

[Verse 2]
Like, "Hey, I'm Renee, 20 years old
Head game proper, body so cold
Momma from the North, daddy from below
And they both taught me everything I know
But I'm still a ho, never went to school
Only hit the pole just to make some dough
Gotta feed my son, money's on the low
So if you could? Fuck it, I'ma go"
Tapped her on the shoulder, said "I feel your pain"
Told her, "Drop it low" then I made it rain
Goddamn game fuckin' with my veins
Used to be a slave now I love these chains
Steve on a raw, PHC the lames
Doin' everything, even cocaine
Bitch wanted two we don't say names
Sorry, I'm just worried 'bout some other things
Like makin' bank 'fore I hit the plank
Let me hit the weed 'fore I hit the drank
Me and FlyLo we don't be playin'
Straight up gorillas, fuck, I'm going Saiyan
N***a, know what I'm sayin'? Ain't no show if you ain't payin'
More of these black nuts [I'm rather?]
Will you die? Go ask [Jaden?]
[Chorus]
Take a roofie, you haters just talk a lot
I'm a Libra so swaggin' is what I'm 'bout
Swear to God, if you keep talkin', suck a cock
Fuck do I gotta do to get on the block?
Fuck do I gotta do to get on the block?
Fuck do I gotta do to get on the block?
Swear to God, if you keep talkin', suck a cock
I'm a Libra so swaggin' is what I'm 'bout

[Interlude]
So, you know, ha-ha
I came into this world October 5th
That nasty [?] fuckin' beat
FlyLo came in to this motherfucker on the 7th
But maybe this shit isn't for you

[Verse 3]
So you need to stop rappin'
Go and get a job, pay for your kid
Do good to ma, do your homework
Shit's due tomorrow
N***a, I ain't got shit for you to borrow
Stayin' this route, shit gon' be sorrow
Gotta be prepared, might be no tomorrow
Better be Jimmy, don't be Carl
Date a good girl not a fuckin' harlot
Stop talkin' 'bout Rihanna anymore
Man, the bitch don't even got bars
Bet her pussy gon' smell like [yours?]
Yeah, I'm goin' hard, call me Carl
I'm a cop a lap [?], call that [?]
Take care of my kids on four
But she take care of mine on four
Fuck payin' child support