Hella bank (3x)

[Verse 1]

Damn I need this money

I be hustling like I'm playing D

And I'll mack your honey

Give her dick and she be paying me

Filthy Motherfuckin' Jazz

A lover not a fighter

But my brother keep that cudder

He gon fuck around and fire

I set fire to the budda

I be blessed, elevated, high

Rapping cause I'm good at it and I could get my paper right

Skate, I skate, I skate a lot

Take your bop, invade her twat

Hit that shit so hard she thought a nigga dick was made of rock

My steez is so psychedelic, cyber epic, I'm a G

Focused in my chi

Sipping tea, laced with THC

Pimping bitches easily

Lift her up like DMT

Stick her, cream her, leave her and delete her number instantly

[Hook]

Fuck the fame, I need the cream

Fuck a chain, I need to bang

Fuck your bitch, I beat her brains

Call me Uncle $keeter mane

[Verse 2]

Damn I want this paper dog

Swear I be like vapor y'all

Off into the skies

I don't need a bitch, I shake her off

Rap is underrated

I don't fucking spit, I prophesize

We're all made of energy

So live your life you'll never die

Fell in love with codeine

If I OD, then you know the drug

I don't fuck with police

If I get jammed up, I'm throwing slugs

Lost up in the system

You been dreaming by your tv screen

Money makes the world spin

Rich white niggas made it stink

Weed's illegal, take a drink

I be on Mercedez sting

Crash into a Mack Truck

Mommy couldn't say a thing

Oh shit

I'm living my legacy, smoking on heavenly, giving her ecstasy

Dick in her chest to see if it will pleasure me

Oh my god, I'm so young

[Hook]

Fuck the fame, I need the cream

Fuck a chain, I need to bang

Fuck your bitch, I beat her brains

Call me Uncle $keeter mane