SKYRIM

Judo, what is this?
Said don't talk to me if we ain't talking 'bout the cash
I hit another lick expensive shit, the bands in my grasp
Said broke boy get your money up!
Go get you some racks!
And don't ask me how I got this shit I ain't talking back (Cyfal!)

Empty your pants
Do your dance
Cause you're making me money
Do what you're told
Give me your gold
If you're planning on running
Empty your pants
Do your dance
Cause you're making me money
Do what you're told
Give me your gold
If you're planning on running

I'm the Jarl of your town
Gotta collect my taxes
I be chilling with thieves
My Thane got trippy connections
You can't run away from me
Bro, you cannot fast travel
I heard you be fighting your demons
Bro, I killed the devil

Uh!
Bad bitch on me cause she wanting the dollars
I'm 'boutta pour up poolside, Tommy Bahama
I'm posted up in luxury the Gucci pajamas
Don't say it to my face if you ain't got you some commas
I'm dripping the water, the Fiji!
Designer, they see me!
Pull up on the scene and we fucking shit up!
Cruise to the studio
Making a movie, hoe!
Shooting like we aiming at sitting ducks
I'm an authentic motherfucker because I could never fake it
These broke boys talking shit without a co-sign or a placement
Lamborghini on a racetrack
Bitch, I'm racing!
Bought it all in cash while you pulled out from the savings

Empty your pants
Do your dance
Cause you're making me money
Do what you're told
Give me your gold
If you're planning on running
Empty your pants
Do your dance
Cause you're making me money
Do what you're told
Give me your gold
If you're planning on running

Ahhhhh!
Said don't talk to me if we ain't talking 'bout the cash
I hit another lick expensive shit the bands in my grasp
Said broke boy get your money up!
Go get you some racks!
And don't ask me how I got this shit I ain't talking back
Hoe!