[Intro]
Cash battle me, cash cash battle me

[Hook]
Everybody wants to have my cash flow, cash flow
Holding all the dollars need no escrow, escrow
Dutch hoe on the meadow shows her back hoe, back hoe
I gonna dig all the loob from her front hole
So let me bestow my Cheeto some ammo like a free throw, free throw

[Verse 1]
I’m so good, so amazing, like 2Pac so outstanding
Let all them haters hating me I’m still so entertaining
And ya’ll know I’m awaking, but sometimes I’ll fainting my brain feels so fucking dizzy
“Oh Run your facial is jizzy!”

You bitches call me juicy
TBH my lyrics are saucy
Now let me make this mixtape salty
Swaggin’ cookin’ red Thai curry
Spicy, I’m Hotchinaboy
Rhyme so fast to fly on the sky be the guy who put that soy sauce on you face
So you trace him wanna race him, like a PKM raging all the metal bullets on those fetal pullets
Bet you retards are aiming on the regal bullate ass As I become MESS I pass you and my ball on the grass then I kick that light-mass soccer
I’m a striker also a rapper put my record on the billboard, when my album hit the platinum, I’ll be a phantom, I’ll find them, then I’ll tell them:
“Fuck ya’ll labels and Facebook, stop that commercial and let’s be true.”
See me whippin’ trappin’ accelerating 80 miles per time square
Dabbin’ dancin’ rappin’ at the concert new year eve New York Time Square
Takin’ Saturn V on the side of road takin’ off leavin’ atmosphere
In the rocket party rockin’ with four bitches can’t you feel the atmosphere?