Lawd Jesus

Ayy
 When I walk in a room, all the niggas lookin' at me like "What is my income?"
 Not droppin' no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down
 Don't wanna assume but bitches 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 marche 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 shit 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 prostitutes on Friday night
 While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings
 Like a bitch 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 nigga wasn't my type
 It's nothin' to talk to these niggas like shit but I'd rather not do that today
 'Cause niggas be trippin', I'd rather just tell a nigga "Tie your fuckin' shoelace"
 And niggas is bitches, I'd rather just give they ass a motherfuckin' bouquet
 And I'm really barfing in bitches when they drop an album and that's my new date, ayy
 Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match the skin
 Fuck 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 vibes but every time niggas 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 bitches don't do the dishes then tell a nigga "Come eat the butt" (How?)
 And wake up with crust in they ass and that shit thinking they in Pizza Hut
 But I'm off it, they coughin' yeah I know how to market, no Boston
 Tell a nigga don't talk it, just walk it pop a nigga like drums way too often (Brrr)
 Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match the skin
 Fuck 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)