What’s The Math?

Oh, Oh
Opps better watch their back
N****** are bitches they clutch their bag
I know niggahs who got lil sisters that pull up & take the stuff they have
I don’t discuss the plan
I know you just a fan
I make you bust a dance
I am so hot if you playing this jam
I bet it’d come with a tan
With the pen I’m a Saiyan
Don’t why these n****** playing
My pen ain’t plain
Looks I came in plane
Looks like I came with a cape & I’m saving the day
Insane, I don’t stay entertained
Life just ain’t been the same since Able & Kane
I give a f*** ‘bout the fame
Crazy they’rе going insane to stay in the game

Somе n****** come with a screw loose
Some n****** losing their noodles
Some on the voodoo
I make the chickies go koo-koo
Some bitches poodles
& I’m in the bundus with kudu
I’m wearing Thebe Magugu
Chilling in Mehlomakhulu
Sibhema kakhulu
I’m buying some land in the rurals
Might sell the Gush’ & buy an Isuzu

(Vrrr)

Le di ntja tsa teng
Kampane le re faseng
My cousin sa le jaarteng
Santsane re le straateng
Go lla di thunya straateng
Utlwa di thunya di phunya mageng
Maru a pula a duthlwa lapeng
Ba tabula booka, ba tshuba di pen

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the bag
I want it fast
I give a damn how much they have
Want what I asked
I want it cash

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the bag
I want it fast
I give a damn how much they have
Want what I asked
I want it cash

Hook:

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the cash, cash, cash, cash…

I want the bag
I want the bag
I want the bag, bag, bag, bag…

I want the cash
I want the cash
I want it bad, bad, bad, bad…

I want the bag
I want the bag
I want it bad, bad, bad, bad…

Verse 2 :

Okay, let’s add it up
They offer you less if you blackened up
Black on black murder it’s a massacre
Your bank card isn’t black enough
I’m outa space & I can back it up
I’m a star, I just got back from Mars -
That’s a bar
Don’t mean to be blasphemous -
I’m a god
I got a sack of dust in the palm

Chilling with villains
Niggahs is stealing, you still in your feelings
I need a billion just hitting ceiling
Minding my business, a million a minute
There isn’t a limit
Digits illicit
I got cousin with limited visits
You cannot pay for my spirit to pivot
Just got ticket for spinning the Civic

I’m really tired of being fucking broke
Days I couldn’t treat my nephew sucked the most
Fuck the nyaope that my cousin loved to smoke
Hope he doesn’t choke, he’s son just wants him home

Ntwana just los the dwelems
You in the tronk, it cost you seven
Confiding in thugs, you talk to skelems
Pasop you can lose your kop for shellings

Le di ntja tsa teng
Kampane le re faseng
My cousin sa le jaarteng
Santsane re le straateng
Go lla di thunya straateng
Utlwa di thunya di phunya mageng
Maru a pula a duthlwa lapeng
Ba tabula booka, ba tshuba di pen

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the bag
I want it fast
I give a damn how much they have
Want what I asked
I want it cash

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the bag
I want it fast
I give a damn how much they have
Want what I asked
I want it cash

What’s the math?
What’s the math?
I want the cash, cash, cash, cash…

I want the bag
I want the bag
I want the bag, bag, bag, bag…

I want the cash
I want the cash
I want it bad, bad, bad, bad…

I want the bag
I want the bag
I want it bad, bad, bad, bad…