Lyrics
Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole the hot box and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I'ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain't got no L's, I took twelve on the chase
30K CP and it came from Chase
Wavy guy here
I swear you won't believe how much I made
Ain't trying to go broke, so I gotta save
Shop around plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Rose gold credit, I got a free sofa
Then got a little and she bent it over
Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller
All of these flavors, I'm plugged like a motor
She on my, got these hoes on my scrotum
I'm on these Runtz and this so potent
Burning on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down the belly with cookies
I'm eating lunch with your playing Fissy
Thousand-pound load, man, that was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, that tasting fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money man period, my life is a movie
Money man period, my life is a movie
My girl booty choosy, my soldiers saluting it
OG or fruity, this weed is a hybrid
This car don't need gas, so this car is a hybrid
Lost some partners to violence, that had me crying
I be always recording, so I ain't got time it
Had to turn that down 'cause I know her intention
That four by quattro with the big boy extension
That E and V Escalade, that shit extended
My money be tall, man, that shit ain't no midget
My water, she me exquisite
I pull up in Teslas, I pull up in Fiskers
I run up that money, I run up them digits
If you not a real one, then you look suspicious
She say it's nutritious
I'm trying to get rich, so I hustle relentless
Yeah, I sold weed in my school, I ain't care about no physics
Yeah, yeah, I got hoes from the past, Justin Tyson, I miss 'em
Yeah, I got friends I grew up with and now they got issues
Yeah, I gotta let them breathe
I can keep going, but right now my hood can't go
Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts
I took her home and I ripped her apart
Stole the hot box and I sold it for parts
Already rich, I'ma trap for the art
Already high, I just smoke for the taste
Ain't got no L's, I took twelve on the chase
30K CP and it came from Chase
I swear you won't believe how much I made
Ain't trying to go broke, so I gotta save
Shop around plastic, I swipe for a chain
Then got a BP card and did the same
Rose gold credit, I got a free sofa
Then got a little and she bent it over
Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller
All of these flavors, I'm plugged like a motor
She on my, got these hoes on my scrotum
I'm on these Runtz and this so potent
Burning on Oreos, no, not the cookies
But I just bust down the belly with cookies
I'm eating lunch with your playing Fissy
Thousand-pound load, man, that was a doozy
Citrus OG, man, that tasting fruity
She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy
Money man period, my life is a movie