Lyrics: Dexter Fizz
Music: m-al
M-AL got fire, Beat buss like a beretta
Sb’s old pink box cost more than ya margelas
Told n****s eat a d**k and die if they jealous
My nuts hang from Tokyo to M n the 4th letter
Shit strange had little faith, holding my mom on the kitchen floor
Now my spirit higher n more confident than ever before
Crib looking like a jungle hella plants and fruits in it
My girl lips luscious wet on my d**k when she kiss it
Drinks from over seas imported in by me
Surf n turf like we on the beach, Not near OC
Beat junkies with it, every verse a scripture
You got 50k in assets keep that burner withya
Cause foes casting spells on souls like the Witcher
Focus on ya goals not on returning glass these slippers
What they eat don’t fill ya stomach or make your hunger diminish
Stay up n positive cause Hating just a sickness
Baby go n get paid, **** em they gone hate
Gotta stack it up **** a limit shit ain’t a thing
Opportunity lurking thru my window
More dollars more fetti Bigger bank rolls
Baby go n get paid, **** em they gone hate
Gotta stack it up **** a limit shit ain’t a thing