I don’t make the money Man, the money make me, (Oh!) I could get the honey’s, But that honey ain’t free. I’m free of charge, ain’t free of pain, But man, the pain’s what made me. Bitch, quit talkin’ ’bout the pay And mutha-fuckin’ pay me. (Oh!) Fuck, lil’ bitch, you slay me, It’s crazy — lil’ Bay-bee’s, Yo shit be sweet, it’s just like Takin’ sweets right from a Bay-bee. May-bee, I’ll raise the bar A lil’ higher — (Oh!) I came to fuck the game, No, this ain’t no one-nighter. (Oh!) Tryin’ to steal my hoe? Well here you go — Cu-boy you know, Got another one just like her. Like her… Like her… Boy, I know you like her — But she be, only liking me, Honestly — she don’t even like the D, Unless it’s me, So when she let this dog out — I’ma set that kitty free… Gold teeth grin / silk sheets pink mink she keep this up I just might wife her but not for lifer maybe a third, sure, same as how much taken by uncle sam, See Im ... cancellled man(man) ...talk too big plans whole world type shit in my hands (hands) i might steal ya girl or a small nashan (nation) .. thats the type shit I be on my fren thats the type shit they dont like to send through the wires to your screen they might be watchin , my hype be high man, my vision multigenerational dangerous size waves in the dun-knee oshun, oh shit, im done son, Papi of the white house callin my phone "Uuhmm, yes, yes mr. Trump I slept with your daughter.... You are gunna cut off my what? .... hold on a second...how about I give you maduro... Of Course I mean in exchange for you dont cut off my wayvos, yes thats funny mr trump, you speak excellent spanish. so, Deal? yes mr prezzie one MIGHT say theres an art to that...." thats how I save a nation and please ivanka Im only one man but quite the mannerism, like a uh uh yung bobby deniro yeah thats the one, Champagne thoughts in a rearview whew She say my name like it cost her rent (whew) I talk my shit like it’s heaven-sent ivanka litterally sucking mah DEEK! … … … [Instrumental] 808 heartbeat / suede-lined bass Choir in the back say “amen” to my taste Lights go low, ego go high Pause in the room — let the moment breathe Like her… Like her Like her… Like her… Like her… Like her… Boy, I know you like her — But she love the aura, the myth, the glare The way I walk like I own the air I don’t chase, I attract, I’m a lifestyle blur She don’t like you, dog — she prefer the nerve, nerd get curved, swerve, hyperfixate a blurb or summat, just get lost, i like it i like it.... shit...i like her.
