Im that prince you slept on. Let bygones be and lets get it on.
Im a freaky deak god in the pantheon. Tell your nigga when he see me keep his panties on
Cuz I might just read you backwards like a Holy Quran.
Tell em boys when they see me, better not test what Im on.
Fuck they mean by the block is hot? Im on the internet and i dont fuck wit cops.
My jokes are funny but my moneys not. We just kickin it like karate chops.
Two tops. Rock paper scissors. You go first, Ill do the dishes.
I stay strapped — Sex Pistols. Out here saving queens like Im Sid Vicious.
Gangster like Denzel. Spreadin sheets like Excel.
Aint no countin sheep we just goin round and round like a carousel.
Tell me, how does it feel? I keep it cute but I do it well.
You smell me? Well, I hope I smell just like money smell.
Basic bitches see me. They think Im acting funny.
They think they know whats good, but they dunno about stuntin.
Never looking thirsty, Im always feeling hungry.
Laughing out the bank, yea yo, Im getting money.
Me and money match. Were attached. Getting my coins.
At school I used to trap, now I rap. Im getting my coins.
Just chillin with camp tryna stack. Im getting my coins.
Getting my coins. Getting my coins.
Every night and day, I be getting my coins.
Move out of my lane, nigga. Getting my coins.
Heads or tails, either way. Im getting my coins.
Im getting my coins. Im getting my coins.
Im the bomb… threat. Super like Nintendo NES.
I bring a zest haters cannot test. Im pitching a look they just cant catch.
Accepting checks or mail orders too. Nann nigga can stop what I wanna do.
Watch how my eyes do the dead sea scroll right over you.
Yes, catch your boy feeling salty blessed and brand new.
Yes, Im the cutest looking dude at the barbecue.
Jet setting hopping round the Earth like a kangaroo.
Bitch, Im getting mines right now cuz its overdue.
Oh you think Im filthy? Bitch, Im feeling minty.
Empty out my pockets – all u see is 50s.
Im only coppin 60s and OZs strictly.
Whiskey in the goblet, hotbox until its misty.