Mr. Perfect

OBN Dev!

I'ma get the money, let you niggas have the hoes
We know that money, that you flexin' in your picture a week old
Might have to go and buy a Hellcat, off them phones that I sold
I went in and got right out 'cause I got bail, I never told
I think these niggas startin' beef for no reason 'cause I'm bigger
Or it might because my nigga's clapped his mans and he ain't get up
On God, when I wake up I make a band soon as I get up
I got like three stacks in my closet, I get new ones when it fill up

You ain't really no rich nigga when she find out, she gon' leave
What I'm makin' off these jugg's, it's just so much you couldn't believe
Sittin' courtside with the Wildcats, I'm coolin' with the team
I'm Mr. Perfect, I'ma superstar I really live my dream
I ain't focused on no beef you will never truly win
'Cause these niggas do whatever for some petty ass revenge
I can kick it with myself, I ain't never need no friends
'Cause I know if I go broke, they ain't gon' have me 'til the end
Now that I got some for myself, the one's around me actin' weird
I ain't believe 'til I seen it, made 300 in a year
And I ain't never sold my soul but I could buy you, make you disappear
I ain't have shit on me, now I do that's what I persevere

I'ma get the money, let you niggas have the hoes
We know that money, that you flexin' in your picture a week old
Might have to go and buy a Hellcat, off them phones that I sold
I went in and got right out 'cause I got bail, I never told
I think these niggas startin' beef for no reason 'cause I'm bigger
Or it might because my nigga's clapped his mans' and he ain't get up
On God, when I wake up I make a band soon as I get up
I got like three stacks in my closet, I get new ones when it fill up

I ain't in to savin' hoes, you out tryna be the hero
Niggas buy a Louie belt and check they bank and it say zero
I wake up and go to Saks for my apparel
I get dressed, I see a GOAT when I'm lookin' in the mirror
You best believe when I'm rich, I'm gonna throw it in they face
Gave my lawyer 15, I bet they throwin' out that case
Bro, I don't care if this your bitch, I'm still gon' hit her anyways
I be in and out of Neimann Marcus, I don't care about nun' new J's
Y'all niggas know who clap shit, we use to make you niggas run
Half these niggas real pussy used to take these niggas guns
I done son so many niggas, I can't even name me one
He got locked up and came home and still the same, fuckin' bum

I'ma get the money, let you niggas have the hoes
We know that money, that you flexin' in your picture a week old
Might have to go and buy a Hellcat, off them phones that I sold
I went in and got right out 'cause I got bail, I never told
I think these niggas startin' beef for no reason 'cause I'm bigger
Or it might because my nigga's clapped his mans and he ain't get up
On God, when I wake up I make a band soon as I get up
I got like three stacks in my closet, I get new ones when it fill up



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Writer(s): Devon Turner
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