Do The Math - Intellectual

[Chorus]

T-This bitch not my type, but fuck it, she throwin' ass

I've been up all night, I don't sleep, and neither do the bag

I just stack it high, I don't even need to do the math

Yo' shorty wit' me, want her nails done, I do it (I do it)

Big ass bag came in through the mail, son, just blew it (Just blew it)

Big ass chopstick lay yo' mans down, you know I do it (Do it)

She wanna come back 'cause I got bands now, do I look stupid? (Do I look stupid?)

(Ye-ye-yeah, yeah)

She see the Alyx on me and the money piled up

And I think that she fuck wit' it

She wanna go to the beach with me in my Rolls Royce truck, baby, this is the Cullinan

Maison Margiela, the sneaks on me

I just got me the bag, fuck it up, and thеn double it

She do a split on the wood, shе a lumberjack

G43 turn his ass to a running back

I'm at the top, no contest

Itchin' to find yo' partners

I'm finna send my roster, somebody better call yo' doctor

Them boys ain't friendly

She don't wan' see me up, what do you have against me?

Stackin' money with envy, take a look at my keys, big B, it's a Bentley

Switch to the widebody Cat, it's the big bitch

Thou' in my mouth, I don't go to the dentist

Peek through the scope, I hit every appendage

We talkin' money, boy, you better listen

Boy, you better get this, mask on in his house, I don't care if I get sick

I don't care who get hit, big scope on it, not a chance that he missin'

She keep sending me messages, I guess she wanna see me better, huh

She wanna be on my guest list, bring her friend, and I might just let her

Lil' bro young and reckless, this bitch want Fendi and Vetements