Lawd Jesus

Ayy

When I walk in a room, all the n*ggas lookin' at me

Like "What is my income?"

Not droppin' no brooms, that n*gga get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down

Don't wanna assume but *****es really broke and I don't know where y'all get rent from

And I'ma just spit in your face, if you walk up to me asking me can I spit somethin'

'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money

I look at your mouth like you ramblin'

I can merch this on God, I just lost 700K off of nothin' but gamblin'

I went sick and got fraud but I had to fight all my demons, that sh*t was real challengin'

So now when I walk around people with money, I say shut up like a mannequin (Shh)

So I can just soak up they info

Now my bank copy that, that's ten fold

I don't go wherever the wind blow

'Cause if my wig fall off, that's the end ho

But lucky I'm paid, edges stay laid like **********s on Friday night

While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings

Like a ***** flyin' kites and no I don't rock mics

Red bottoms with the spikes

Tinted windows, out of sight

No cash just swipe

Cashier like, "Yikes! She's black not white"

When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ayy

Save his number under "typo" 'cause that n*gga wasn't my type

It's nothin' to talk to these n*ggas like sh*t but I'd rather not do that today

'Cause n*ggas be trippin', I'd rather just tell a n*gga "Tie your f*ckin' shoelace"

And n*ggas is *****es, I'd rather just give they ass a motherf*ckin' bouquet

And I'm really birthing *****es when they drop an album then that's my due date, ayy

***** I'm eating good, double chin, black card match the skin

F*ck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)

I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)

I'm on some positive ****s but every time n*ggas testin' my patience

Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong

'Cause I'm not a waitress (On God)

Every December 31st, I go in the new year with no type of hatred

Then back January 3rd, the neighbors hurt, while they treating my playlist

Man these dirty *****es don't do the dishes

Then tell a n*gga "Come eat the butt" (How?)

And wake up with crust in they ass and that sh*t thicker than Pizza Hut

But I'm off it, they coughin'

Yeah I know how to market, no Boston

Tell a n*gga don't talk it, just walk it

Pop a n*gga like drums way too often (Brrr)

***** I'm eating good, double chin, black card match the skin

F*ck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)

I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But everytime I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)