Werkin' Girls

Okay I'm Rambo I ramshack
 I'm next to that cheese like rat traps
 On top of that green like grass ass
 That's over y'all head like snapbacks
 I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in
 Tryna find an ass I can put my fucking foot in
 Run this shit no I run this shit
 Don't give one fuck bitch I done this shit
 I did what I say I did
 Did not fabricate one bit
 I have been the fucking realest since my exit near the clit
 That's where I was born fuck what you on
 All about me bitch fuck what you doin'
 Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin
 Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch in chaps
 But I'll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker
 Like a run-on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper
 Like a cheetah in the jungle but I'm motherfucking faster
 Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
 Hold up I'm not serious I'm just playin — psych!
 Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I'm sayin that
 Money and more money is the only shit I'm after
 You can cut the fake shit
 I'm not a motherfuckin' actor
 I'm on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
 You niggas you 'bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper
 I'll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch
 She come from an island or a desert or some Tundra shit
 I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a ton of shit
 Like I'm diarrhea or whatever's sitting under it
 I'm nasty, I'm insane, I'm too much, I spit grains
 I came from the fuckin' bottom
 I'm top now, I shit flames
 I kick shit, like dope shit
 Like no shit, like oh shit
 Get in my way I fuck up everything
 Like ho shit
 See, they said that I wouldn't
 I do whatever they said I couldn't
 I'm not the one to be fucked with
 Or to be tough with
 I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch
 I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
 Nah, I'm like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
 Like when you gon' let me fuck bitch (hold up)
 Money and more money is the only shit I'm after
 You can cut the fake shit
 I'm not a motherfuckin' actor
 I'm on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
 You niggas you 'bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper
 I'm an undefeated bastard
 My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch
 I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered
 I'm the one to be after, I'm sweeping you while I'm dusting
 I just popped up out the blue, I'm spontaneously combusting
 Spit a little different, give me just a minute
 Beat the beat down bitch, fresh it then I kill it
 We are not the same but they don't really get it
 Tell 'em do the math, hoe—fraction, division
 Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic
 Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning
 Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it 'til it's flat dead
 And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead
 Money and more money is the only shit I'm after
 You can cut the fake shit
 I'm not a motherfuckin' actor
 I'm on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
 You niggas you 'bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper