[Verse 1]
Money is the motive
b*tches be the reason
I be on my sh*t in every single different season
Posted up at Denny's
Money in my fist
Need a f*cking bodyguard just to take a p*ss
People all up on my di*k
But I ain't even worried
I swear every day's the same
Shouts' to f*cking Bill Murray
Comfy in my jacket
Cool up in my house
While you're out there, I'm in here
With your girl on my couch
f*ck you (x2)
[Verse 2]
Fried chicken
I'm still rhyming
I'm still sticking
I've been tripping
So I bought shoes without laces
Different places
But the people still the same
Coming up to me like "Yo, where you from?" "What's your name?"
b*tch, get out my face
If I wanted an interview
I'd call the bank because they know who I am
I'm in there every f*cking day
Because my mom works there, dawg