Bobby Boucher* - Intellectual

[Hook]

If I die, I pray I don't go to hell, I wanna see the Heaven gates

Me and my lord, we parallel, gotta keep everything straight

Yeah, my grandma ain’t feelin' well, buy her a flower bouquet

Man, you know I got that Waterboy, young Bobby Boucher

If she French kiss my dick, I just say "Touché"

If she spendin' the night, toothbrush, I Postmates

Wake up to some new money in my new place

I wake up to more drama, but I don't play

I can’t take everybody, they ain’t invited

I don't want no nasty lil bitch, for her to find out

I just wanna get the cash, green still piling

Yea they say I movе too fast, They free ridin'

All my niggas like the Swipе R, They be swipin'

I ain't seen another, no, source beside it

Gettin' money like my laundry, It's gon' pile up

She gon' pull up on me late like Jimmy Fallon