[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Are you in the Mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up

[Chorus]
Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it
I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes
I can see these n***as really broke through my Carti' glasses
Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having
I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, shе be really snapping
I be rеally having motion
Pill spot doing numbers
Phone slappin', live action
Wake up and I get it brackin'
Got it in, you know I'm taxin'

[Verse 1]
I can't sleep inside them cars, out in traffic, barely blink
N***a, mercy for the weak
Something cold sittin' next to me
I woke up and I done made a couple bands while I was sleep
If I don't get out here and get it, how the fuck my kids gon' eat?
He say he don't gangbang, we 'bout to make him bleed
It's gon' happen in due time, I just gotta plant some seeds
This bitch talkin' 'bout the wrong shit, you wanna work for me?
Shoutout Meech, he got a quarter million hangin' on my tee
N***a, I don't want your ho, fuck I'ma do with a freak?
Besides fill her up with dick and leave the crib while she sleep
I told the bank, "I need them blue hundreds nice and neat"
I swear that TRX a beast, you hear me coming from down the street
[Chorus]
Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it
I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes
I can see these n***as really broke through my Carti' glasses
Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having
I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, she be really snapping
I be really having motion
Pill spot doing numbers
Phone slappin', live action
Wake up and I get it brackin'
Got it in, you know I'm taxin'

[Verse 2]
I swear the fiends gon' OD if I don't hit it with a three
I'm on the beach
I just got a three of Tris, poured it in a peach
Fuck what she sayin', if I up, she gon' wanna cheat
I don't give a fuck where you look, it's only one of me
Watchin' fiends on the surveillance, I can see 'em on the screen
I'm sippin' on that PAI, this is not no green
A n***a said he can give me a thousand poppy seeds
This bitch pressure
The WWE ain't got shit on my wrist, these bitches wrestling
I don't give a fuck if I ain't got no legs, n***a, I'm stepping
I'll have a ten or a fifteen like DeSean Jackson
Layin' around just in case
I would put it up, but I ain't got no more room in the safe
Five bedroom house and I still ain't got no room to play
Got on all this water and I still got the house by the lake
That work like a fuckin' pigeon race, they just flyin' away
[Chorus]
Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it
I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes
I can see these n***as really broke through my Carti' glasses
Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having
I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, she be really snapping
I be really having motion
Pill spot doing numbers
Phone slappin', live action
Wake up and I get it brackin'
Got it in, you know I'm taxin'