SIGMA GRINDSET! (Extended Version) lyrics

[Intro: HILARIOUSc*ck]
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
I got so much money that you cannot measure
Cannot use a ruler, my di*k is a ruler

[Interlude: HILARIOUSc*ck, IN, Des Kelly & Zlatan Ibrahimovic]
Ooh
The Queef God up in this b*tch (yeah yeah yeah)
Trapper of the century, you know what the f*ck’s going on motherf*cker (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
How you so good at football
You need to f*ck a horse
What?
Exactly

[Verse 1: HILARIOUSc*ck]
Got so much money, I just be flexing
I got your mom, and she be texting
She wanna be friends, shе lying, ‘cause she sexting
Shе want me so bad that she tried to molest me
I sh*t on you like I’m on my diamond toilet I actually have, and I’m really not capping
Diamond toilet paper with me, I’m crapping
All I be doing with my life is trapping
You know I had to hop inside the coupe
Brown leather insides like I took a poop
It must’ve been all that muhf*ckin soup
Car is so fast that I could do a loop
f*ck the pedestrians up, in the street
Skrt in this b*tch while I’m beating my meat
Yes the amount I have is not cap, and I’m totally not making tweets

[Chorus: HILARIOUSc*ck & IN]
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: IN, HILARIOUSc*ck & Both]
Ayy little n*gga I pop a lil perc, and I pop a lil lean and I bop on this sh*t
Wait, I got lean on my shirt
Wait, I got lean on my shirt
Yeah little n*gga I pull up with pistols, and I’m in your block and Ima let ‘em pop
Cause I don’t give a f*ck, little n*gga you suck Ima pull up on you with a muhf*ckin truck, yeah (what kind?)
A garbage truck, yeah (okay)
And a dildo in yo ass, yeah (huh)
All you n*ggas f*cking stupid
Pull up on you with the cash, yeah (too much money)
All of my n*ggas go crazy, popping lean, popping lean, popping percies (yeah we do that)
Yeah, I know lean’s a drink, but I still pop it n*gga (cool)

[Chorus: HILARIOUSc*ck]
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
Got so much money that you cannot measure
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures

[Outro: HILARIOUSc*ck]
I got your b*tch, she a slave for my pleasures
I got so much money that you cannot measure
Cannot use a ruler, my di*k is a ruler
I might need a cooler, shoot beams like I’m Frieza
Elsa got my di*k frozen, her mouth a freezer
Need pus*y with a built in heater for my millimeter defeater
Then I’ll fly away like a Griffin, no Peter
I’m horny as f*ck