Profit

Get the money
Get the bag
That’s the logic
I’m not messing with your energy

I’m not messing with your energy
It’s toxic
You sipping Henny with my enemies
& talk shit
Yeah
I am into guap, you into gossip
Yeah
Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy, it’s toxic
I don’t ever know how much is in my pockets
When I think that it’s a little, its a lot b****
Get the money, get the bag, that’s the logic

Get the money, get the bag
Once you done with that
Run it back
Need to double that
Let numbers add
Hunnid Racks
& want it cash
I don’t want it taxed
I had nothing, I had jack
They ain’t cut me slack
I was sitting overwhelmed, they ain’t understand
I was broke, they couldn’t tell
Ain’t had a hundred rand (R100)
Put rubber bands on her lap, I bet she gonna dance
A gun in hand, made these boys do the running man

Run it up
It is not enough
Need my money up
Need my money stuffed
‘til my money need a tummy tuck
I need trust…
Trust that money can not buy me love
The search for money might just find me luck…

Try’na cash out
Not try’na crash, glad I didn’t take the fast route
Not good at math, so your cash you let the bank count ??
It’s not an act, for a bag she’ll pull her pants down
Off an App, making more racks than her dad now

Hmmm, your energy is toxic
You getting friendly with my enemies is not it
(Stop)
I am into guap, you into gossip
(Guap)
Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy it’s toxic
I remember, wasn’t plenty in my pockets
Wasn’t any, now there’s many
It’s a lot b****
Get the Benji’s, get the fetties is the logic

Get the Benji’s
Get the fetty
The guaps plenty
I payed tjotjo in Limpopo
& the cop’s pedi
If you not ready
On my block, you shot plenty
Used to count pennies
Now my chain shine like confetti

The drop’s heavy on my box
Yours is stock steady
You see the colour on the top
It’s a hot cherry
Need a hot meddie on my crotch -
On Ciroc berry
Tuck that Glock by your jocks
That’s a prop really

Really…??

I am really ‘bout my profit
Key to the city, I’m a locksmith
You gon’ need a mop quick
Dripping from the shoes that’s a drop kick
Catch up, you gon’ find out where the sauce is

You counting losses
You lost your girl, you gon’ find her in my mosh pit
Looking for me, you gon’ find me with the bosses
I’m looking fly, you can find me where the shop is
You not fly ‘cause your feathers from an ostrich

Hmmm, your energy is toxic
You getting friendly with my enemies is not it
(Stop)
I am into guap, you into gossip
(Guap)
Y’all are into props, I’m into profit

I’m not messing with your energy it’s toxic
I remember, wasn’t plenty in my pockets
Wasn’t any, now there’s many
It’s a lot b****
Get the Benji’s, get the fetties is the logic