Lady

Topping up, money up, I'm with the gangsters Studied the streets and I'm living with masters African but got a shawty from Texas Questioning my style I got all the answers Perfect the picture I'm painting the canvas Nickel for dime cause I got all the quarters Praying to God, that I don't lose my manners While stacking paper and doing big numbers I just want billions while doing vogue covers In this life nigga that's what really matters Pull up in your house and spray all your brothers Don't owe me mehn and then call me your brother I'm just concerned about owning a counter These niggas crazy I just need to counter Pull up on a mic you know it's a murder I need the cash and I don't need no transfers Chop it up, beat it up, like my producer does I gat to escape this shit like the exodus I see niggas nothing like my competitors How the hell do you think that you would fuck with us I am a celebrity, I don't want pictures Like, my camera lens i am too focused Fuck it my nigga, my lyrics is fabulous Plus I'm a plus I just never record minus Telling my team I am nothing but a bonus Young nigga killing the verse without a chorus Say God is the greatest, I am too religious Smiling all day, but I always stay dangerous I pull up on rappers and find them unconscious Give money to random, fuck it I'm generous Take over the world, I'm fucking ambitious My pocket is not handsome, nigga it's gorgeous