Dividend Yield

[Chorus]
Look baby, I'm way too
Too high to be worried 'bout what a nigga said 'bout me
I'm way too
Too fly to be comin' down dishin' out game for the free
I'm way too, uh
Too fire not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em with a fee
You way too, uh
Too dry to be hatin' on the drippy nigga who they wanna be
I’m way too

[Verse 1]
Ran up my partners, I’m too activated now
They know that I’m poppin', I ain’t have to say it now
I been out here livin', let them actors play around
Uh, she gon' let me rub it, flip it, smack it, lay it down
Big racks on the line, fuck beefin' with a bum
Yappin' on the 'Gram, he ain't eatin' on a crumb
Fuckin' with a stepper, baby, you know how to play it
I don’t speak a lot, but I just mean it when I say it
You are not a threat, I got the game face on
Even though you greet me with your stank facе on
Nigga, quit the cappin' with your gangbang song
You ain't never hit thе block it take place on
Movin' with the mission, had to cancel out the clutter
Quarantine clean, two steppin' in the gutter
Throw them fours up for the number one stunter
Hit the low side, had to tap in with the brothers

[Chorus]
Look baby, I'm way too
Too high to be worried 'bout what a nigga said 'bout me
I'm way too
Too fly to be comin' down dishin' out game for the free
I'm way too, uh
Too fire not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em with a fee
You way too, uh
Too dry to be hatin' on the drippy nigga who they wanna be (Look)
I’m way too

[Verse 2]
Ran up my niggas, I be Diddy boppin' now
Here for the week, I got the city poppin' out
We done heard it all, tell 'em they ain't sayin' nothin'
You can't put the money down? We ain't even comin'
Phone line jumpin', going gold from the couch
Got her toe touchin', put a fold in your spouse
I ain’t stressin' nothin', ho, you know what I’m 'bout
Nappy headed nigga with the gold in the mouth
Headed to the crib, made a stop for the Goose
Beat it from the bike, tryna knock somethin' loose
Hit it from the side, rap game right hook
Niggas talk bigger than they real life look
Player of the year, ho, I’m really in the field
With the gang talkin' 'bout the dividend yield
Say they wanna work, gettin' smacked with the fees
Slidin through the side with the MACs and the Gs

[Chorus]
Look baby, I'm way too
Too high to be worried 'bout what a nigga said 'bout me
I'm way too
Too fly to be comin' down dishin' out game for the free
I'm way too, uh
Too fire not to go and run the numbers up and hit ‘em with a fee
You way too, uh
Too dry to be hatin' on the drippy nigga who they wanna be
I’m way too