Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsenseSpeakin’ out of context, people need some contentNi**as tryna keep up, shit is not a contestWhippin’ benz conceptHeaven-sent, god-sentLeast that’s what my mom saysProof is in the progress, money’s not a objectBusy than a motherf**ker, you know how my job getBarkin’ up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs getHaven’t fallen off yet, yeeCome with a classic, they come around years later andSay it’s a sleeperThe earrings are real, the patty is realMight charge my ex for a featureDeposit the money to brenda, laticia, or lend to feliciaShe came for me twice, I didn’t even nut for her onceYou know I’m a pleaserForty-two millimeter, was made in genevaYeah, I probably should go to yeshiva, we went to ibizaYeah, I probably should go link with yeezy, I need me some jesusBut soon as I start confessin’ my sins, he wouldn’t believe usSins, I got sins on my mindAnd some m’s, got a lot of m’s on my mindAnd my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mindI’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one timeAnd they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mindI got some m’s, got a lot of m’s on my mindAnd my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mindShould repent, I need me some jesus in my lifeAmenI’m from the four but I love me a threesomeDior my deleter, she my lil’ secret
He tried to diss me to blow up, I peep itI can’t respond, we just go at your peopleIf I left some racks on the bed you can keep itThis shit gettin’ deeper and deeper, I dig itMy shovel wasn’t bent, I was broke, had to fix itA shark in the water, you swim with the lil’ fishesI hit today, by tomorrow, she miss itI grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss itWe walk around with them bands in our britchesThis gun ain’t gon’ jam, when I blow, I ain’t missin’I’m droppin’ hit after hit, I’m just chillin’But I’ll send a hit while I chill with my childrenBigger the business, the bigger the officeI f**ked ’round and found me a swag then I caught upThey call for my artists, they makin’ me offersI don’t even bargain, I start from the bottomI lost a ferrari, las vegas, nevadaI woke up the followin’ day and went harderI’m crackin’ my shell now, they see that I’m smarterI got to get money, I love to get charterI gave her four birkins and one’s for her daughterI can’t let ’em down, walk around with my guard upI’m screamin’ out “Yolo,” yeah, that’s still the mottoI know I be on some shit that they ain’t thought ofSins, I got sins on my mindAnd some m’s, got a lot of m’s on my mindAnd my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mindI’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one timeAnd they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mindI got some m’s, got a lot of m’s on my mindAnd my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mindShould repent, I need me some jesus in my lifeAmen