[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
When I walk in a room, all the n***as lookin' at me like "What is my income?"
Not jumpin' no brooms, that n***a get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down
Don't wanna assume but bitches really broke and I don't know where y'all get rent from
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me asking me "Can I spit sumn?"
'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money
I look at your mouth like you ramblin'
I can merch this on God, I just lost 700K off of nothin' but gamblin'
I went sick and got fraud but I had to fight all my demons, that shit was real challengin'
So now when I walk around people with money, I say shut up like a mannequin (Shh)
So I can just soak up they info
Now my bank copy that, that's ten fold
I don't go wherever the wind blow
'Cause if my wig fall off, that's the end ho
But lucky I'm paid, edges stay laid like prostitutes on a Friday night
While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings
Like a bitch flyin' kites
And no I don't rock mics
Red bottoms with the spikes
Tinted windows, out of sight
No cash, just swipe
Cashier like, "Yikes! She's black not white"
When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ayy
Save his number under "typo" 'cause that n***a wasn't my type
It's nothin' to talk to these n***as like shit but I'd rather not do that today
'Cause n***as be trippin', I'd rather just tell a n***a "Tie your fuckin' shoelace"
And n***as is bitches, I'd rather just give they ass a motherfuckin' bouquet
And I'm really birthing bitches when they drop an album then that's my due date, ayy
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)

[Verse 2]
I'm on some positive vibes but every time n***as testin' my patience
Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong
'Cause I'm not a waitress (On God)
Every December 31st, I go in the new year with no type of hatred
Then back January 3rd, the neighbors hurt, while they treating my playlist
Man these dirty bitches don't do the dishes
Then tell a n***a "Come eat the butt" (How?)
And wake up with crust in they ass and that shit thicker than Pizza Hut
But I'm off it, they coughin'
Yeah I know how to market, no Boston
Tell a n***a don't talk it, just walk it
Pop a n***a like John's way too often (Brrr)

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)