TA DA

[Chorus]
I'm finna fuck on a pop star
Shaking my dreads like a Rasta
Finna go rock out a show bitch ima rock star (Yup)
Used to be eating them noodles, now its steak and lobster
Yea, this hoe keep on asking for money, bitch you getting nada (yea)
Counting a whole lotta cash bitch you know I got that (Yup)
Finna go roll up a J, I ain't smoking grabba (Yup)
The check just hit, finna go cop me some Prada
Yea finna go fuck a latina, and that bitch calling me papa (yea)
Making shit happen, I'm making magic (huh) ta da
Finna go beat that boy down, like that lil boy a pinata
We got them sticks, we make them bitches go (ra ra ra)

[Verse]
I got purple all up in my dreads, I feel like uzi (ha)
I ain't even know that was yo bitch, but why she choosing
I ain't got no gas, I'm pissed off I'm finna lose it (yea)
Bitch I'm getting cash, so I win you niggas losers (ha)
I ain't reach my peak yet, bitch i'm still improving (yea)
Hoe you know that we just fucking, I can't introduce you (yea)
Zee going too crazy on the beat, this bitch too groovy
I'm just being me man fuck these boys dont got shit to prove to em
I'm in New York, getting my dick sucked that bitch a smoochie (huh)
I wake up, get that money while you niggas snoozing (huh)
Bitch we got the same 24, ain't no excuses (ha)
Man this life shit real confusing huh?

[Chorus]
I'm finna fuck on a pop star
Shaking my dreads like a Rasta
Finna go rock out a show bitch ima rock star (Yup)
Used to be eating them noodles, now its steak and lobster
Yea, this hoe keep on asking for money, bitch you getting nada (yea)
Counting a whole lotta cash bitch you know I got that (Yup)
Finna go roll up a J, I ain't smoking grabba (Yup)
The check just hit, finna go cop me some Prada
Yea finna go fuck a latina, and that bitch calling me papa (yea)
Making shit happen, I'm making magic (huh) ta da