[Intro]
Saint
Yeah
Uh
Clips
Yea
Uh

[Verse 1]
Couldn't sleep last night, I'm fantasizing bout that money
Feelin like that fridge is empty I'm so starving hungry
But I won't sell my soul for dough that's not my ordeal
Cause money it can make it rich but that don't make it real
Pride myself on being humble with a cocky ass appeal
Puttin fear in n***as they don't want that beef they want that veal
But all that ego shit has never ever paid a fuckin bill
When I'm worry bout my rent and how to get my next meal
So fuck that, wanted this since hip hop hooray
Hustlin from Wednesday to Tuesday
Til Im ballin so hard they gon have to use me for motion capture for the next nba 2k
Promise you won't win today, swear
God's on my side, more than ight with that
Cause you ain't got the clips to call him right back or fight back
People say I'm nice they say nobody fuckin wit ya
So please don't force me to diddy crop that ass out the picture
Yall don't scare me, you clowns is funny, bunch of pennywise guys
Swear I eat you n***as like its five guys
Confidence, mile high and if you wonder why at all
Got a Eiffel Tower dick, Epcot Center balls, aww