MYBODY

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I brought my gun up in this bitch
I'm in the studio all day, baby, I'm stuck up in this bitch
Yeah, I'm off a molly tryna cook up in this bitch
Bitch, I'm the nigga running shit, uh
Okay, I told him pop out
Watch him, he the one get blitzed on
These hit yo' body, leave you dead or leave you flintstone
Okay, don't want your body after head, I tell you get on
Okay, just want to let you know, yeah, that's just my paranoia

[Chorus]
Okay, that's just my body, baby
Okay, I go and get it
You going up and think you 'bout it, baby, you probably see it
You probably thinkin' 'bout those comas, baby, thinking 'bout them digits
Every time I write a song, took two months to finish
Can't think 'bout you long, I'm to focused on a mission
Okay, can't even give up now, baby, I'm in it to win it
No, it just ain't 'bout the clout, need the money and the [?]
Okay, I've been getting digits, I like money for them bitches
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, that shit I smoke is probably loud, but I don't give a fuck
Who at the top? I want his crown, like nigga give it up
I'm sippin' on the same things, really shit, it ain't change
I'm flying everywhere, my nigga, you still on the same plane
You better watch out, [?], nigga, its not the same thing
The shit I got up on my hip, nigga, this shit got range, range
I don't know what he was thinking, I knocked out his brain, brain
Okay you cappin' like you do this. no you fake, bro
If you pull that bitch you better bang it, ain't no [?], bro
Coins, yeah, naturally come to me, I'm a magnet, bro
Soons as I get my trophy call it pretty, like a pantyhose

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I brought my gun up in this bitch
I'm in the studio all day, baby, I'm stuck up in this bitch
Yeah, I'm off a molly tryna cook up in this bitch
Bitch, I'm the nigga running shit, uh
Okay, I told him pop out
Watch him, he the one get blitzed on
These hit yo' body, leave you dead or leave you flintstone
Okay, don't want your body after head, I tell you get on
Okay, just want to let you know, yeah, that's just my paranoia

[Chorus]
Okay, that's just my body, baby
Okay, I go and get it
You going up and think you 'bout it, baby, you probably see it
You probably thinkin' 'bout those comas, baby, thinking 'bout them digits
Every time I write a song, took two months to finish
Can't think 'bout you long, I'm to focused on a mission
Okay, can't even give up now, baby, I'm in it to win it
No, it just ain't 'bout the clout, need the money and the [?]
Okay, I've been getting digits, I like money for them bitches
Yeah, yeah