Mr. Money Sign

[Chorus]
I just look at them Raws on my desk
Roll it up feel the light in my chest
Live this life but the rules I contest
In the back of this beamer I'm blessed!
Kick back put my feet on the leather
If that pressure make a diamond I put it on my bezel
Only make rap or hip hop but way they heads knock you'd think that I was making heavy metal
Gotta bad bitch on the side she a devil
And the way that body look cheat? never could I ever
She ain't fuck a rapper before that I met her
She gonna let me hit so you know I had to bless her
Bless her
Bless her
Bless her
Bless her!

[Verse]
Look at me then look at you
Look at you!
We got different mindsets different moves
Hit that seminar cut back to booth
I don't recognize myself right now cause' everything new
Can you relate?
If you can't
If you cannot can you stay?
My piece my peace is what I wan' say
I just cop a Maserati but my white girl calling it a "Maseratayyyy"
Guts on white like a bukakke
If I ain't in the club then it's not a party
I was writing bars in my seminar G
Nearly got kicked out like I did karate
They need my name for their interview pieces
Mr. Money Sign what you better call me!
100-one what they letting for Mien I pray that my people still betting on me
100 miss-calls why you stressing on me?
'How you in uni but zero degrees?"
Put my notebook in the cupboard it would freeze!
Triplets there and they all Siamese
And I can't pick one so I fuck em' by the three
"Who is he fucking?" like "Who does he meet?"
They weren't even checking on me now im flee
If you ain't cheque-in for me then delete!