I've Been (feat. JayDee)

Now you know I'm bout my money moolah, chips yea ahoy Too trick on you or not is the question? Bitch that is my choice You know I rock out with my cock out live a life of Pink Floyd Since my cock out you can blow job like you getting unemployed See I got lovers I got haters pay the latter no mind Long as they don't stop my climb up that corporate ladder I'm fine See I don't throw shade I say hooray boy whenever you shine But right now it is Fro o'clock homey so yea it's my time No you can't look into my future if you do you'll come blind If Cleo told you that she did I'm here to tell you she lyin' Kattie got my heart Sherri got my bizz Mamma got my spine Right now you you other hoes get nothing so just please get in line Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly I'm A real nigga to I die I go so hard they asking why Don't ask no questions bout me I've been, flexing', too hard Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve Shawty know my, sauce too crazy Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby See Even when I was young boy they still called me the man I'm so cool God a follow me if he had a Instagram I used to grind hard in these streets now I just relax on sand Yo girl pale as Cher til she vacay wit me come back with tan I'm so far up if i come down baby I'd just have to land Yea I've been fly but my thought process is not like Peter Pans See I'm an asshole with this cash flow couldn't be stopped by a dam If I don't give a fuck what makes you think that I give a damn? I'm so cool calm and collective see me stress? Not at all I'm on the rise a pool of moneys what I'll hit when I fall I'm whack I suck I ain't that nice for real? I just be subpar? You right I might be all those things but I'm still better than y'all Lil bitch I'm the man, too fly can't land Blue face in my pants, getting paid in advanced I don't flex on the gram but I flex on these hoes Big knots bank rolls, bad bitch at my shoes Yea I'm, lil baby know that I'm too fly I'm A real nigga to I die I go so hard they asking why Don't ask no questions bout me I've been, flexing', too hard Diss me? Throw bullets like Bret Farve Shawty know my, sauce too crazy Bust my wrist down so she bust it baby