Comma$

[Verse 1: Curtis Roach]
Ay, I was just countin' them commas, I'm hot as a sauna, I'm nothin' to play with
Lil' bro what is you sayin'? Money talk my only language
I need my flower arrangements, yeah Curtis Roach been the greatest
Shorty sayin' I'm smellin' sexy, Dolce Gabanna my fragrance
Big papa let my beard grow, get a Jordan ring on my earlobe
This is top tier flow, for my father let a tear flow
Type of shit that should be televised, Black body bein' weaponized
Police need to recognized, need to raise up, nigga step aside
You just a variable, lookin' terrible, lookin' terrified, lookin' scared to fight, probably scared tonight
Probably can't even sleep in your bed at night
I might take off a couple of heads tonight, somebody give me a guillotine (Bitch)
This is my ride on my enemies, y'all cannot fuck with my energy

[Chorus: Curtis Roach]
Nowadays they just talk, but they talk 'bout nothin'
Nowadays everybody wanna say somethin' (Huh?)
Goddamn, I'm the man, and it feel like it
Give a damn 'bout a hater when I feel like it
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I'm tryna get paid
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I'm tryna get paid

[Verse 2: Whyandotte]
Been broke for 27 years, I ain't goin' for 28
Been seein' you niggas flexin' and finessin' this shit, you know I ain't ever ate
Seein' you shinin', all that designer, you ain't get your lil' bro a plate
That's how I know you fake (Bitch) that's how I know you fake
Get it straight, I don't need you to like me (Nope) I just need you to trust me
I'm talented, I'm not lucky, I'm fine as fuck, not ugly
You crab niggas hella crusty, your hairline hella dusty, your momma say you look musty, I'm sorry 'bout that
Ayo, fuck 12, fuck 6 plus 6, fuck 4 plus 8, all that shit
I need a Coupe 'Ville or a Grand Natty for my granddaddy, nigga all that shit
My babygirl want a boat (What?) I don't know how I'm gonna get that shit
But if I gotta hit a lick on the wrist, and I'm next on the list, you best not miss

[Chorus: Curtis Roach]
Nowadays they just talk, but they talk 'bout nothin'
Nowadays everybody wanna say somethin' (Huh?)
Goddamn, I'm the man, and it feel like it
Give a damn 'bout a hater when I feel like it
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I'm tryna get paid
Not today, not today, not today, not tomorrow
Get out my way, please, I'm tryna get paid