[Intro]
(CLDHRT)
(BandPlay)
Muney

[Verse 1]
I've been on myself, aye where the dice? I'm 'bout to break shit up
Dead like they sleep, but it's all cool, I'm 'bout to wake shit up
N***as think shit sweet until we sweep through, make them take shit up
'Dis ain't make believe, this shit for real, no I can't make this up
Big racks make them rake them up
Yeah, I'm rich but I still be with steppers, big boots, lace them up
Found out where you at, drop down with pencils, yeah erase some stuff
I'm with the gang, I don't fuck with thesе n***as on some racist stuff
You know they don't like еmbracing us
They know we got racks for real, they know these boys can't fuck with us
I go get shit touched for real, can't say too much, I hush that up
Killers on Cubans, I crushed them up
Feel my body up with plenty ice, my bitch think I'm a cup
Poppin' my shit, my bitch say I'm a slut
She think I got a few hoes in the cut, but the only thing I'ma put up is some bucks
Told the lil' bitch "ain't no rapper", I'm really a pharmacracy, I really got rich off of drugs
Fly as a bumblebee, don't need to buzz
Girl, I'm a flower, I came out the mud
My pockets pregnant, don't you see the pudge?
Got this shit on, I'm not holding a grudge
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Ask the streets, they know what's up
No filter, ain't make shit up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Been had more straps than a stud
Been had more racks than your pub

[Verse 2]
Gossip 'bout a n***a pockets, that's some shit I don't indulge
Why the fuck we got to talk? We know these n***as broke as fuck
We the ones ballin', they talkin' 'bout us
No, they can't stop us, they tryna adjust
All the bad bitches want me for some nut
Ride it in manual, lil' mama clutch
Yeah, lil' mama she clutch with the nut, throw it back like a shot, she ain't throwin' shit up
She mad at you 'cause you blowin' her up, she lovin' me 'cause I'm goin' in her gut
Ain't tryna put no lil' bitch in no cuffs, I want some millions, I don't want no hugs
I want some bodies, got racks for a judge, fuck everybody who don't fuck with us
For real, I don't fuck with nobody (Hatin' ass, bitch ass n***a)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't make this up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (CLDHRT) yeah, (BandPlay) yeah, yall ain't never made shit up