(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Man, what the fuck is you doin'?
Man, get your ass up, man, what is you doin'?
Man, plug the money counter in, man, we gotta see what we—
Man, I don't know what I made today, man (Boomin need extras)
I don't know what I made
Ahh, ooh
Man, plug— man, plug the money counter in, we gotta— ahh
Fuck
I don't know what I made
I been just givin' out too much, I don't know who I paid
Somebody just got dropped today, I don't know who got laid
Somebody said he made it out, I don't know who got grazed
I don't know who got saved
I don't know who got shot
So many niggas at the top, I don't know who on top
They said them killers on your block, I don't know who got—
Shh
Ayy, you can't talk too much
You still ain't got no fuckin' car, say you walk too much
The money-getters on your team need to boss you up
I'm still buyin' everything, put the auction up
My nigga cut your tongue off, you can't talk no more
My nigga cut your legs off, you can't walk no more
In the box, he a cur, he can't bark no more
I blew the Scat' engine up, it can't fart no more
I put a flash on my gun, it ain't dark no more
I think somebody fallin' off, he can't chart no more
I make my bitch stay right there, I can park my ho
I shot the camera off your car, you can't park no more
Put your lighter in the air
Somebody put they fuckin' lighter in the air, I'm finna smoke somebody
Bitch keep callin' my phone while I'm in the studio, I'm finna ho somebody
Kevin Hart, True Story, I'm finna choke somebody
I just seen some snakes in my grass, I'm finna mow somebody
Nigga said, "How you don't know me?" Like I know somebody
If I grabbed your ass in the club, it was pokin' probably
Lightskinned chick, long hair, it was ho Kehlani
