No house and mediocre dick, fuck I look like?
Thinking I'm an Alchemist?
Tryna build you up to your potential
I'm too grown to still be learning lessons like this
I should've cut you off like I cut these checks
Boss bitch, who's that? Feel like my ego's taking food stamps
Like I don't got these loose bands I could slap you with
I'm an asterisk, I'm a star girl and a strategist
Like LeBron and fucking Maverick, don't ask for shit
Ask my people, different tax bracket, I'm a CEO
Permiso, permiso, penny for your thoughts? Nope
How 'bout a looney, how 'bout a tooney
I dead all the doubt just like an Uzi
Doot-doot-doot-doot, shoot it like a movie
Leave me the fuck alone, really and truly
And I'm from the North, so I stay unruly
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
So a bitch stay moody
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
So a bitch stay moody
Fuck I look like tryna make time for you?
Like a bad bitch ain't got shit to do
And shit to prove and shit to lose
I gotta make these hits
Like a motherfuckin' pistol do
My ego trippin' on vacay
Chip on shoulder, no delays
Baby, been on "fuck you, pay me"
Fuck you think? I'm anaphylactically allergic to lazy
Grind 'til I die 'til I'm pushing daisies 'til that day
Know I'm pushing daily, Pusha please P-U-S-S-Y
And boundaries are my favorite
Leave me the fuck alone if you're basic
And absolutely no association
To any motherfucker prone to hesitation
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
So a bitch stay moody
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
More money, more problems
So a bitch stay moody
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