>rubs hands like Birdman I don't know if you can hear that. Gettin money, shmoney
They say idle hands be the devil's playground
But mines ain't empty cuz I'm busy licking clean the plate now
You did the shit so stand by it
There's nothing left to say. Ciao
We pull up stunting, bitches be running
I ain't talking Greyhounds
50s and 100s, dubs and duckies; they all on the same counter
Your bitch is lucky, nah she ain't fuck me
I just got the brain out her
I got bitches claim they miss this, never seen me in a place
That boy jealous you can tell it, it's all in that nigga face
Pour some Faygo in a 8, now diagonal looking straight
That boy wouldn't bust a grape or a nut in a bitch face
Or a Uey in a schooly shout out Dewey, hope he safe
Freshie told me I'll be great and I told his ass the same
Ain't spoke to noone else in days, I'm too far up in my lane
Phone was dancing like Elaine, had to get my number changed
Tried to stay away from serving, still caught plays like Richard Sherman
I can't trust a single person, cuz to me they all some serpents
In my bag, I'm in my Berkin
Niggas mad and bitches nervous
I'm still flowing, ain't no chorus
All my dawgs more bold than Courage
Your pockets looking malnourished
Fucked on floor, the trap ain't furnished
Roll the swisher up and burn it
Pass it like the plate in service
I was sitting up in service, they was talking blessings/curses
Stomach howling, Momma hurting, shit felt pointless
Said that Imma chase a bag, since then ain't been disappointed
If I go to Hell for that, shit I guess it was my purpose
Been a money getting nigga since I was pulled out by nurses
Or the doctor, record breaking summer nigga I'm much hotter
Get a money machine that's gone be my dog I'll call it Goddard
Fried as hell I got the munchies think I might eat up your daughter
Stopping me? Don't know why the fuck you'd try to bother
No kids for me. Couldn't tell by all these bottles
It's first degree. On the beat yeah it's a slaughter
RA the team. That's the gang yeah that's the squadron