Never worry 'bout a single hatin' motherfucker
Lookin' like my next supper, all these moves that I'm makin' got people talkin'
Like how many papers is this man signin', I'm back with the backpack rap
Man I'm thinkin' that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin' 'bout that
Run, run it like Forrest Gump, can you feel that?
I'm a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon' get response, man
I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan
Don't be jealous, don't be rude, go back to rollin' up grams
People think I'm sick as shit but I'm just eatin' on ham
Wanna beat me in my game, then, bitch, I'm settin' up camp
When the females hear my name, I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham, damn
Ballin' only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up, that's just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up, they wish they had a time machine
Feelin' like I'm Cube, I always hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' "no" when you ask 'em, if they got beef with me
DM's blowin' up, I always say "no, bitch, this dick ain't free"
Watchin' on your every move, I got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses, ain't that strange
You ain't shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit, I'm thirsty, give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
"Who the fuck is Zac?" "High school musical"
Bitch, hold my stacks, I'm 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin' on Bombay, I don't trust you gotta take this survey
Man, I don't look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore you ass get smacked
Memphis flow, but I'm from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin' on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress, man, you ass has gotta go
Ballin' only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up, that's just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up, they wish they had a time machine
Feelin' like I'm Cube, I always hit 'em with no vaseline
Always sayin' "no" when you ask 'em if they got beef with me
DM's blowin up, I always say "no, bitch, this dick ain't free"
Watchin' on your every move, I got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie
