GOAT

I make a band while I pull up in a jag
Bad bitch with me while I do a fucking dance
All I see is cash and you know I'm not sad
Making all this money and I'm richer than your dad, ayy yuh

Counting up these bands
I do the dash, and I know you lookin' mad
I'm the greatest rapper all these other rappers trash
I wear all this Gucci and bitch you still wearin' Gap, ayy yuh

I'm not down bad I buy you stuff for fun
Got a couple M's in the bank, I got the funds
I took you out to brunch, under the sun
We been eating fine, and you been drinkin' fruity punch

Took a bitch to Tampa, just to stunt
Got one hundred bands on my wrist just for fun
Adding up the dollars, now we eating lunch
Making money is a job, I won't ever give it up

Got a lotta hoes on my line, they been callin' me their daddy
I'm always busy, I'm just chillin', with your aunt and your granny
We been thrifting, yeah, we not fancy
I'm so fucking lit, as you obviously can see

I got 5 milly and I spend it on a car
Out for 3 days, every night a different bar
Cooking in the stu, shit from beyond the stars
You will see me on a stage, yeah bitch beecy going far, ayy yuh



Credits
Writer(s): Yohan Beecroft
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