Drought

I just want the dough and then I'm out
1st up on the list then I twist up with the wrist
And you better not be low with my amount
Ima get my split then it's back up off the grid and these niggas really dying for the clout
Lookin for me you can find me on a cloud
Yo people got it never better get that shit together
All my niggas get whatever in the drought

What you bout
Said it was en route
I just got back with that whole thang thought it was a drought
And these niggas gettin no gains flexing on the couch
Aint no resting here I'm wild all this sauce here ain't no mild
God damn feel like the MVP in gods plan
Don't drop the ball let it live in Gods hands
Not at all don't consider y'all fam
Cookin up got all the pans
Lookin up for all the plans
I remember you a bencher
I'm in the field January to December
I'm on a mission you was quitting
I done fell in love with hustling
I was smitten
If ya need that lemme know the order
Get the bag get the bag
In that order
I be meeting all my Quotas
Carry big weight on my shoulders
Last to leave out ima soldier
First to go and say I told ya

Once I make a bit I make an exit
Gotta make a lot that's no exceptions
Where that check at yeah I'm checkin
If she caked up I'll caress it
Ion like my cut with creases ion know why I'm selective
You niggas awfully pathetic
Yo hoe could call me she get it So yeah you outtah protect it before I auto correct it
I'm goin Ghost with the power
To me you nothing but chowder
And when you grindin like this it make everything turn to powder
Awh man ima user you a loser
I pull up on ya serve it to ya out the uber
I be working never worried
Still goin need that when I'm buried
Last to care about a jury
First to ask ya if ya heard me I said