Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
So much money to my name, I don’t need a job
So many angels ’round me, that I don’t need my rod
Ghetto b#tch, rock Dubai
Yellow b#tch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time (I’m on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin’ mine (Go, go, go, go)
b#tches be distractions
Love makin’ transactions
When I pull that bankroll out, let’s see your reactions
I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons
(And I like Jacksons)
Chopper Michael Jackson, I don’t shop at Pacsun
Chopper hit your stomach, you havin’ contractions
I be rubbin’ on that #ss, for my satisfaction
Ice bin, all day, on my passion
She spends the whole day on IG captions
Baby girl don’t lie, stop the cappin (Stop the cap)
Talkin’ all that freaky sh#t, show me action
b#tch this ain’t math class, but show a fraction (Show a fraction)
Guessin’ you can’t do that ’cause you ain’t have it
(You gotta be kiddin’ me)
The 30 didn’t hear me, I thug on that b#tch with the energy(Shhh)
Tellin’ me it’s not the end of me, I’m killin’ yall n#gg#s like literally
He think he the sh#t, he a little me
Smokin’ the dope, it’s killin’ my memory
Mask on, n#gg# they won’t remember me
Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
So much money to my name, I don’t need a job
So many angels ’round me, that I don’t need my rod
Ghetto b#tch, rock Dubai
Yellow b#tch, corn on the cob
Home sick, trap on my mind
Trap any day, man trap all the time (I’m on the grind)
I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin’ mine
(Go, go, go, go)
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