Thank You Jesus

Yeah nigga, you know

[Verse 1]
This what it feel like when you fuck with the goat
Never lacking bitch I come with the smoke
Pick the money up, I come with a load
I done had my share with hundreds of hoes
Ain't really tripping on none of them hoes
Where they gon go if my money get low?
They got motives and I already know
I'ma keep playing dummy with them though
Making my next move be a chess move
In the back of the back with the jet fuel and a backwood
Bitch I'm that cool
If I don't know shit I know cash rules
The game got me in a bad mood
But fuck it, I'm handling business
And stacking up Benji's while singing my rap tunes
I need my contract with incentives
I'm bout to run rap in a minute
I was a young scrap in the kitchen of the trap house bumping King Kendrick
I'm King Clae, I mean business
If It ain't 2019 Clae is not seen in it
I hop in that pussy and sing in it
Fuck around a shout a movie scene with her

(Chorus)
Uh, I got a hundred thousand ways to get the mula
My windows tinted in the city smoking Buddha
I got a big ol' booty bitch and she from Cuba
Blessings coming in abundance

Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
They told me that I couldn't do it
I bounce back like Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Wassup

[Verse 2]
I got my loot up right now
I don't give two fucks right now
I'm bout to juice up my life
Talking a suit tux right now
I was a little nigga with a dream
Then I got tired of sleeping, uh
I got a lot of demons, uh
Give me an applause
I'm feeling like God, they thought I would fall defeated
I said fuck you all, I mean it
And I'm ducking all polices
I'm cold, anemic
Need my ice on, freezer
With the lights off, gleaming
And they say its cheaper to keep her, but I ain't go keep her
I'm super sick, I got the measles
Looking like I'm fresh up out the cleaners
She calling my phone like she need something
She tell me she hate me, I know she love me
I got the shit locked and it's no discussion
These niggas act like they don't know what's coming
Till I pop out and (Brrrr) show em something
Like a choppa I (Brrrr)
Motherfucker

(Chorus)
Uh, I got a hundred thousand ways to get the mula
My windows tinted in the city smoking Buddha
I got a big ol' booty bitch and she from Cuba
Blessings coming in abundance

Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Hallelujah, thank you Jesus
They told me that I couldn't do it
I bounce back like Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Wassup