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)