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
Dont wanna assume but *****es really broke and I dont know where yall get rent from
And Ima just spit in your face, if you walk up to me asking me can I spit somethin
Cause I do not talk if it aint 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, thats ten fold
I dont go wherever the wind blow
Cause if my wig fall off, thats the end ho
But lucky Im paid, edges stay laid like **********s on Friday night
While you suckin his thing, Im outside pullin strings
Like a ***** flyin kites and no I dont rock mics
Red bottoms with the spikes
Tinted windows, out of sight
No cash just swipe
Cashier like, 'Yikes! Shes black not white'
When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ayy
Save his number under 'typo' cause that n*gga wasnt my type
Its nothin to talk to these n*ggas like sh*t but Id rather not do that today
Cause n*ggas be trippin , Id rather just tell a n*gga 'Tie your f*ckin shoelace'
And n*ggas is *****es, Id rather just give they ass a motherf*ckin bouquet
And Im really birthing **** *es when they drop an album then thats my due date, ayy
***** Im eating good, double chin, black card match the skin
F*ck all my old friends, Im not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said 'Mama chill, we gon win'
Money keep comin in
Im tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)
Im on some positive ****s but every time n*ggas testin my patience
Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong
Cause Im 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 dont 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 Im off it, they coughin
Yeah I know how to market, no Boston
Tell a n*gga dont talk it, just walk it
Pop a n*gga like drums way too often (Brrr)
***** Im eating good, double chin, black card match the skin
F*ck all my old friends, Im not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said 'Mama chill, we gon win'
Money keep comin in
Im tryna change from back then
But everytime I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)