Lyric

M-AL got fire, Beat buss like a beretta

Sb’s old pink box cost more than ya margelas

Told niggas eat a dick and die if they jealous

My nuts hang from Tokyo to M n the 4th letter

Shit strange had little faith, holding my mom on the kitchen floor

Now my spirit higher n more confident than ever before

Crib looking like a jungle hella plants and fruits in it

My girl lips luscious wet on my dick when she kiss it

Drinks from over seas imported in by me

Surf n turf like we on the beach, Not near OC

Beat junkies with it, every verse a scripture

You got 50k in assets keep that burner withya

Cause foes casting spells on souls like the Witcher

Focus on ya goals not on returning glass these slippers

What they eat don’t fill ya stomach or make your hunger diminish

Stay up n positive cause Hating just a sickness

Baby go n get paid, fuck em they gone hate

Gotta stack it up fuck a limit shit ain’t a thing

Opportunity lurking thru my window

More dollars more fetti Bigger bank rolls

Baby go n get paid, fuck em they gone hate

Gotta stack it up fuck a limit shit ain’t a thing