Beat Blesser

(I said I'm all 'bout getting money, you can call this bag music)
(And at first she ain't 'wan fuck, but she 'gon let the bag-)

I'm all 'bout getting money, you can call this bag music
And at first she ain't wan' fuck, but she 'gon let the bag do it
At least four 0s in the check, if not then that's some bad movement
Still got motion in the trap, if they ask, "that's my past doings"

Put that shit up in the past, you get up or get dragged through it
I was always good with numbers, still in school a bad student
So I took a different path, 'cuz all I ever had's music
Not 'bout quap or 'bout the vision, I don't care how that doing

Why? Money my first language, we talk cash in that fluent
Couldn't sit in class any place else I had movement
Look. 'Cuz I got money, I got hoes what about it
Make shit hot when it's cold, how's that sounding? I'ma-I'ma

'Cuz everything I got for show to prove I really did it
But you still cappin' on the gram for all these hoes attention
Instead I chose to be the man, than rather stand as witness
I wish my family called me more, I guess it's how I'm living

No yougin' 17 as hot as me and I can stamp that
Intercept a play the other way, that shit get ran back
Always fronting like you got it, but then where your bands at?
Had to hold her hands back, make sure that pussy jam-packed

Yeah It didn't take too me long for me to hit his bitch
First time that I linked with her, knew she wasn't innocent
One thousand isn't shit to me, times 10 that then I triple it
Stepped up out my feelings, touched my first bag, then got into it

Had to cut off all the snakes, put on a De-esser
I ain't fucking these hoes, they all some B-sers
I be selling hella dope, I turn the green cheddar
I'll crack a joke, but I'm more villainous than heath ledger
Flow so cold, but I get hotter than a heat sensor
Way she suck the dick, oh my, that's a de-stresser
Fucking up her throat, nasty with it, like I behead her
I'm God up on the track, these holy verses, I'm a beat blesser

Stand on everything I said, not one to cap a lot
He claim he getting money we 'gon find out if he cap not
Teachers ask for me what I do work, I said I rap a lot
If he lose his pivot, double team 'em, know we trap a lot

I'm all 'bout getting money, you can call this bag music
And at first she ain't wan' fuck, but she 'gon let the bag do it
At least four 0s in the check, if not then that's some bad movement
Still got motion in the trap, if they ask, "that's my past doings"

Put that shit up in the past, you get up or get dragged through it
I was always good with numbers, still in school a bad student
So I took a different path, 'cuz all I ever had's music
Not 'bout quap or 'bout the vision? I don't care how that doing

Why? Money my first language, we talk cash in that fluent
Couldn't sit in class any place else I had movement
Look. 'Cuz I got money, I got hoes what about it
Make shit hot when it's cold, how that sounding, I'ma-I'ma

I'm a hustler was never in them streets or nothing
If being rich against the rules I face the repercussions
It's not a party 'till I'm there, I really be the function
Why you ain't want me 'till up? Seem like you needing something

('Cuz everything I got for show to prove I really did it)
(But you still cappin' on the gram for all these hoes attention)
(Instead I chose to be the man, than rather stand as witness)
(I wish my family called me more, I guess it's how I'm living)