Booty, cake, pizza, steak grilled
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I done made like 20 songs only made like 50 dollars
Only got like three bitches but they give me 50 problems
I might just scam on the side cause I don't got like 50 hours
I know it's minimum wage but damn you can't afford Power?
Right now I think I'll scam and rob some niggas I don't care about
And I studied rocket science so I know how to air it out
Let that thing pop off
Rocket blow yo skull out
Have your family in line you chicken sandwich cause you sold out
Your friend said "I wanna stick you"
Tried to jump me with your friends from school
They thought they could run them pockets
But I had my friends too
You know Willie got that pistol
Little but a big issue
Have that blade en guard
Cause I'm bout to cut your tissue
Butter when that knife slit you
I hope your bitch didn't kiss you
She was kissing on my meat
She still had skeet on her lip too
It's just fundamental
Write this with a pencil
You don't wife no hoe
Unless that's what you into
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and I ain't got no chill
It's all about them greens and I'm just trynna make a mil
This one nigga named *****
He stay mental
Talking bout he gone kill himself but before you do give me your info
Please
I know another kid he can't even afford dental
He had frostbite he said he's gonna stick it out through the winter
Nigga you not my mans you think that I don't watch what you do?
You talk shit behind my back nigga you straight doo doo
Holdup
Sorry man I'm just mad I need a band
I'm bouta scam I need to spam
Gimme your SSN I'm your friend
What the hell's a vpn?
I'm sitting here lookin up shit like damn
I'm trynna start a business fam
I even got a business plan
Gotta get books on the shelf
Money coming slow as hell
I even mixed this shit myself
Oh well
Hope it sounds professional
But if this shit don't pop off you may find me in Coleman correctional
Psych! Bitch
They will never get me
I make cash legitly
And even if I didn't it would only be quickly
And I got my mom talking bout I need to get a job
I'm not gone lie I was sitting there thinking that I might need to rob
And I'm just talking to y'all niggas cause I need some conversation
I can't be no slave nigga I need emancipation
Booty, cake, pizza, steak grilled
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and the streets is mean
It's all about them greens
I'm trynna scam like AB
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Booty, cake, pizza, steak grilled
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I done made like 20 songs only made like 50 dollars
Only got like three bitches but they give me 50 problems
I might just scam on the side cause I don't got like 50 hours
I know it's minimum wage but damn you can't afford Power?
Right now I think I'll scam and rob some niggas I don't care about
And I studied rocket science so I know how to air it out
Let that thing pop off
Rocket blow yo skull out
Have your family in line you chicken sandwich cause you sold out
Your friend said "I wanna stick you"
Tried to jump me with your friends from school
They thought they could run them pockets
But I had my friends too
You know Willie got that pistol
Little but a big issue
Have that blade en guard
Cause I'm bout to cut your tissue
Butter when that knife slit you
I hope your bitch didn't kiss you
She was kissing on my meat
She still had skeet on her lip too
It's just fundamental
Write this with a pencil
You don't wife no hoe
Unless that's what you into
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and I ain't got no chill
It's all about them greens and I'm just trynna make a mil
This one nigga named *****
He stay mental
Talking bout he gone kill himself but before you do give me your info
Please
I know another kid he can't even afford dental
He had frostbite he said he's gonna stick it out through the winter
Nigga you not my mans you think that I don't watch what you do?
You talk shit behind my back nigga you straight doo doo
Holdup
Sorry man I'm just mad I need a band
I'm bouta scam I need to spam
Gimme your SSN I'm your friend
What the hell's a vpn?
I'm sitting here lookin up shit like damn
I'm trynna start a business fam
I even got a business plan
Gotta get books on the shelf
Money coming slow as hell
I even mixed this shit myself
Oh well
Hope it sounds professional
But if this shit don't pop off you may find me in Coleman correctional
Psych! Bitch
They will never get me
I make cash legitly
And even if I didn't it would only be quickly
And I got my mom talking bout I need to get a job
I'm not gone lie I was sitting there thinking that I might need to rob
And I'm just talking to y'all niggas cause I need some conversation
I can't be no slave nigga I need emancipation
Booty, cake, pizza, steak grilled
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and the streets is mean
It's all about them greens
I'm trynna scam like AB
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I done made like 20 songs only made like 50 dollars
Only got like three bitches but they give me 50 problems
I might just scam on the side cause I don't got like 50 hours
I know it's minimum wage but damn you can't afford Power?
Right now I think I'll scam and rob some niggas I don't care about
And I studied rocket science so I know how to air it out
Let that thing pop off
Rocket blow yo skull out
Have your family in line you chicken sandwich cause you sold out
Your friend said "I wanna stick you"
Tried to jump me with your friends from school
They thought they could run them pockets
But I had my friends too
You know Willie got that pistol
Little but a big issue
Have that blade en guard
Cause I'm bout to cut your tissue
Butter when that knife slit you
I hope your bitch didn't kiss you
She was kissing on my meat
She still had skeet on her lip too
It's just fundamental
Write this with a pencil
You don't wife no hoe
Unless that's what you into
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and I ain't got no chill
It's all about them greens and I'm just trynna make a mil
This one nigga named *****
He stay mental
Talking bout he gone kill himself but before you do give me your info
Please
I know another kid he can't even afford dental
He had frostbite he said he's gonna stick it out through the winter
Nigga you not my mans you think that I don't watch what you do?
You talk shit behind my back nigga you straight doo doo
Holdup
Sorry man I'm just mad I need a band
I'm bouta scam I need to spam
Gimme your SSN I'm your friend
What the hell's a vpn?
I'm sitting here lookin up shit like damn
I'm trynna start a business fam
I even got a business plan
Gotta get books on the shelf
Money coming slow as hell
I even mixed this shit myself
Oh well
Hope it sounds professional
But if this shit don't pop off you may find me in Coleman correctional
Psych! Bitch
They will never get me
I make cash legitly
And even if I didn't it would only be quickly
And I got my mom talking bout I need to get a job
I'm not gone lie I was sitting there thinking that I might need to rob
And I'm just talking to y'all niggas cause I need some conversation
I can't be no slave nigga I need emancipation
Booty, cake, pizza, steak grilled
They all taste good but they don't pay my bills
I need something for money on the side besides drug deals
I need something on the side cause this music ain't popping still
I had two instagrams and they both got banded
They trynna stop my come up bitch I might start scamming
It's a cold world nigga and the streets is mean
It's all about them greens
I'm trynna scam like AB
Writer: Jordan Travis
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