Are you able to sense what sort of day lies ahead of you?
Sometimes, knowing can be a double-edged sword (Rock)
You're still sleepy?
Go splash water on your face (Uh, uh, do my money)
I guarantee it'll wake you right
up (Do my money, uh, do my money)

Uh, do my money dance, fly to Europe, need a Xan
G-g-got rich off pots and pans
drop the show, then it get canned
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin' what you can
Uh, I'm with my artist friends
laughin' 'cause we hate our fans

Uh, I guess it depends, you want pearls or the clam?
Uh, I-I don't take my pills
I don't want what's in your pants
Uh, H-Hollywood Hills with my friends, came from the sand
I-I just got chills like I'm jewelry in your hand
G-g-gеt your story straight, am I a bitch?
Am I a man? (Uh) The fuck?
I don't even drivе, but I sit in the front
Car for the airport, in the black truck
2-2-2-2026, y'all call me ass
that's weird, y'all must eat butt
This not a place for the talk, bitch, hush
Th-th-that's your man, but to me, he a slut
That's your man, but to me, he a slut
Th-that's your man, but to me, he a slut
Pull up fifteen deep in the club, I'm him, CCD in the club
I-I-I ain't tryna see no chichi's butts
told 'em, “Please don't bring your plug”
Real-ass bitch, I'm speakin' it up
re-re-real-ass bitch, they seething and suck (Indie r—)

Uh, do my money dance, fly to Europe, need a Xan
G-g-got rich off pots and pans
drop the show, then it get canned
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin' what you can
Uh, I'm with my artist friends
laughin' 'cause we hate our fans

I got big plans for ya that the fans
can't know of (Uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Bitch, I did it on my own
I'ma sign with no advance and blow up
Bi-bi-bitch, you built like a sucker, blow up (rock)
Dropped the tape, but the fans want "Blowup" (Fuck)
This the real me, no persona
lil' bitch, I been real, I just glow up

Told 'em, "Please don't bring your plug
Please don't— please don't bring your plug, uh"
I fuck up your funds, that lil' bitch
he stand for nothin', fuck (rock)
I ain't fell off once, I done— I done sold out Stubbs, uh
Get your business up, get your— get your business up
I told 'em, "Please don't bring your plug
Please don't— please don't bring your plug, uh"
I fuck up your funds, that lil' bitch
she stand for nothin', fuck (rock)
I ain't fell off once, I done— I done sold out Stubbs, uh
Get your business up
get your— get your business— (Indie ro—)

Uh, do my money dance, fly to Europe, need a Xan
G-g-got rich off pots and pans
drop the show, then it get canned (rock)
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin' what you can
Uh, I'm with my artist friends
laughin' 'cause we hate our fans

I'm with my artist friends, laughin' 'cause we hate our fans
I'm with my artist friends, laughin' 'cause we hate our fans
I'm with my artist friends, laughin' 'cause we hate our fans
I'm with my artist friends
laughin' 'cause we hate our f— (Anywhere, rock)
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