[Verse 1] Bean bag full of shots different from a bag of Skittles If shit get bumpy bust it in yo face like a fucking pimple I need God to answer more prayers so I'm headed to the temple Bitches sit around on they ass like they done failed cripple Every convo got a time limit Cause I dont like to put my mind in it I don't sympathize with nobody guys Look me in my eyes and they traumatized A nigga can't even make me blush Cause I get more play than Toys R Us Lay her body out like thin crust so we can chop it up with no Pizza Hut Waste time on a amateur, give him 31 shots no calendar I bet he kick back when he heat it make a nigga jump like a cheerleader Feel it like Peter pushing bitches to the side like Amina Since I'm the color of a pork and bean I don't wanna see no cops on the scene Cause shit could get terrible So when I move a body or I do a robbery I'm careful Stained quick you ain't getting shit money ain't shareable So don't try to walk a day in my shoes he-hell naw they ain't wearable [Hook] Might need me a church niggas finna get hurt Dig deep in that dirt for that body you search For that money I search for that body they search For that money I search for that body they search
I'm a search search search search I'm a search search search search I'm a search search search search For that money I search for that body they search
[Verse 2] Shorty I can't even save ya, like I ran out of data Bitch I'm typing up yo will, gone say bye to Jada Got guns in the backseat bigger than an alligator If I draw the chopper on you it's only out to erase you Let me show you a sample, aim at yo head Make it bubble like shampoo Money ain't coming slow-mo, if it cost to be the boss Then nigga what's the total? Niggas say they global, they not even mobile We can't even social, got him getting vocal I'm just on a move half the ones who ain't got shit Got hella shit to prove (bitches) Bitches still broke if you getting money and them bills due Holla at my mans fo' he talk them bands cause I'm not a fool Big family I got to feed more than the Huxtables So when you see me in yo sight Bets believe I'm finna hustle you Motherfuckers out here owe me money thinking they untouchable If she don't meet me with my cheese I'm a crack her that's a Lunchable
[Hook] [x2]
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43566138