Pop My Collar

[Verse]
Counting foreign money, bitch I might go to Japan
They thought I was fake, uh-huh, cause I am
Walking with this K on me I feel like Dirty Dan
Junkies love my product I might sell your moms a Xan
And you know I sold exotic way before I even scammed
If I see a junkie tweaking I'ma serve him on demand
Cookies in [?], smoking bitch, I'm smoking by the strand
All my haters pillow talking, boy I'm thinking they some fans
I'm the type to take a dollar, stretch it to a couple bands
Yeah I'm dancing, pop my collar, bitch I'm hopping outta Lamb
How you hating on my music when you don't know who I am
We gon' hop out the Honda and we let the semi BLAM
I ain't fucking with the drama, bitch I'm bout the rubber bands
And I did this by myself, I ain't need no helping hand
Twerking with my money, yeah we do the money dance
I turned nothing into something, now I'm feeling like the man
And my parents ain't believe in me, I had to take a chance
Yeah I used to shop at Marshalls, now I'm rocking Truey Pants
No one taught me how to do it, I just did it cause I can
Me and Feddi making classics, we might run up thirty bands