Jhamela

[Intro]
I don't want no jhamela baby, I don't want no jhamela
I don't want no jhamela baby, I don't want no jhamela
Oh, my God, Clifr

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I don't want no jhamela (Jhamela)
People tryna steal the fruit of my labor (Labor)
Fuck what you sayin', I roll up a paper
Fuck what you sayin', I bolt like Jamaica
Look, I was on the street one day (One day)
Thinkin' about how to get the cash bro
Make everyday a Sunday
Gotta make the bankrolls 'till I make the banks broke
Spittin' cash flows and my hotline bling
Oh, yeah, motherfucker, this a trap phone, ayy
Rap monopoly, ain't no stoppin' me
Take whatever they has bro

[Verse 2]
So, Clifr cook it nice, then I beat the beats up
Know so many people that just wanna be us
I just see jealousy, I don't feel love
Drink it from the bottle, homie, we don't need cups
Yeah, it's Skinny T, ball out in the south
You really think these boys can rap? Stop fuckin' around
Y'all get consumed with the cap, boi
When it comes to rap boi, know I'm wearin' the crown
I'm the realest around, move with the scariest hounds
My weed from various towns
Got some ladies, and baby, they love to play me around
Now, she breakin' it down
Move in silence, let's keep it private, no makin' a sound, uh

[Chorus]
I don't want no jhamela baby, I don't want no jhamela
I don't want no jhamela baby, I don't want no jhamela
I just see jealousy

[Outro]
I don't want no jhamela, I don't want no jhamela
Please, please, please
I don't want no jhamela