Facts

(Yeah)

I hit his phone when I'm in the mood
He fill me up like my dinner do
Fuck him good never call again
He get in his feelings like niggas do
Getting money's the ritual
That is what I am committed to
Chocolate
He lovin' the visual
Money talk, that's who I listen to
Ya hustle is pitiful
I do the shit they meant to do
I can not be duplicated
These are not shoes you can fit into
Bitches talkin' in general
I ain't one for subliminals
Start me up I will finish you
Please take every threat literal
So what you tryna get into?
That's what I thought
Half of them ran, half of them fought
And it was real easy knock half of them off
Broke em up like the last of the month
Bag em up, trash to the front
Show ya ass if you want
Put cash on ya head, have yo ass on the run

(Uhh)
Took a lil break but now I am back in the trap
(Uhh)
You can have yo opinion
This money a matter of fact
(Uhh)
Back on the wall air it out like a asthma attack
Bussin', I'm shattering glass
I suggest you get back to the back

Look in his eyes, ask how it taste
Throw it, put this ass in his face
Deeper the pockets the faster the pace
Buckle up, nigga, fasten the brace
Put it on him, put his ass in his place
Time is money, I'm taxing today
Now all of these bitches tryna do it like me
I'll take the credit but cash on the way
Who else you gon give it to?
I get the job done, no interview
Really ain't got shit to prove
Done all the thangs you didn't do
All the hustles that you could imagine
Seen shit you couldn't fathom
Never needed a hand out
If I wanted it bitch, I took it and had it

(Uhh)
Took a lil break but now I am back in the trap
(Uhh)
You can have yo opinion
This money a matter of fact
(Uhh)
Back on the wall air it out like a asthma attack
Bussin', I'm shattering glass
I suggest you get back to the back