Get mad money that shit is the motto

Suck and swallow

I swear all these bitches hollow

Ducky, do you fuck with it?

He says hits like lotto:

Jackpot!

I'm so hot

Shits I'm pissed

'Til I hit fists

'Til blood/snot

And hang up my boxing mits?

I better not

'Til I reach the top

Suck and swallow

I swear all these bitches hollow

You flex fat stacks

Crashing like Apollo

Your bitch way too whack

She's a Frida Kahlo

All that shit, Get mad money

That shit is the motto

Home alone right now

Wish I could find my phone right now

High all alone right now

Wish they would call my phone right now

Too many silent nights

My phone was left on silent

Too many functions

And they always end up, turned to violence

That type of shit keeps me from close my eyelids

I was in the hood now I'm floating on an island

Roll another wave

But I'm still hearing them sirens

Gotta make more bread if I wanna hear some silence

Suck and swallow

I swear all these bitches hollow

You flex fat stacks

Crashing like Apollo

Your bitch way too whack

She's a Frida Kahlo

All that shit, Get mad money

That shit is the motto