Funny
Oh
Yo, uh, feel it
Yeah
All u mufuckas funny
Specially when u close to money
What u tryna take from me
It ain't all sweet honey
Tuck dat ego in ya tummy
Let it out when it's Sunny
Sweat it out when u runnin
Passin out when it's a hundid
Here's the keys to the company
Though I doubt that you can run it
Give em back to me
I just like talking shit when I rap
Cause it sound more like rap to me
I'm nerd at puttin words together
Simple fact and I know that you slow
So I'll keep it simple Jack and I
Rolled this to smoke
I'm in my own world all these alien metaphors
And know one gets the joke
I'm the alien president
And know one gets to vote
And if you follow me on stage
Throw dat bitch da rope
Not literally
I hope you know that it's a joke
Compare me to my higher self
What's a fuckin GOAT
It's Hip Hop Throw ya hands up
Got dat knot in yo pocket throw hands up
Sunday 5k throw ya hands up
Monday mornin at the lab wit
Bands up
It's hip hop throw dem hands up
If you smokin some good weed throw dem hands up
He's a woman hitter beat ya mans up
Tuesday mornin at the crib with da bands up
I admit I be funny
Jokin round with da homies
Tell em that they chick phony
She just wit you for da money
Hahaha
Sad part that shit real
People out here lonely
Even wit) a full staff at the crib
Private Jets and mufuckin pony
People all up in my personal biz
Tryna see da otherside where it's sunny
Get da vitamin D bills paid feelin free
Now we out here runnin shiit
Got da bees and the honey
Got the keys to the hummy
Got the trees yeah we burn in yeah
Rent dat bitch take it back
Leave dat check in my bank
Rainy season is coming
Take heed to this knowledge
Plant seeds and watch it all grow
Into abundance
It's Hip Hop Throw ya hands up
Got dat knot in yo pocket throw hands up
Sunday 5k throw ya hands up
Monday mornin at the lab wit
Bands up
It's hip hop throw dem hands up
If you smokin some good weed throw dem hands up
He's a woman hitter beat ya mans up
Tuesday mornin at the crib with da bands up
Got the light in you pocket
Put your hands up
Monday morning at the lab with fans up
You smoking some good weed throw them hands up
On Tuesday morning let the crib with them bands up
Yo, uh, feel it
Yeah
All u mufuckas funny
Specially when u close to money
What u tryna take from me
It ain't all sweet honey
Tuck dat ego in ya tummy
Let it out when it's Sunny
Sweat it out when u runnin
Passin out when it's a hundid
Here's the keys to the company
Though I doubt that you can run it
Give em back to me
I just like talking shit when I rap
Cause it sound more like rap to me
I'm nerd at puttin words together
Simple fact and I know that you slow
So I'll keep it simple Jack and I
Rolled this to smoke
I'm in my own world all these alien metaphors
And know one gets the joke
I'm the alien president
And know one gets to vote
And if you follow me on stage
Throw dat bitch da rope
Not literally
I hope you know that it's a joke
Compare me to my higher self
What's a fuckin GOAT
It's Hip Hop Throw ya hands up
Got dat knot in yo pocket throw hands up
Sunday 5k throw ya hands up
Monday mornin at the lab wit
Bands up
It's hip hop throw dem hands up
If you smokin some good weed throw dem hands up
He's a woman hitter beat ya mans up
Tuesday mornin at the crib with da bands up
I admit I be funny
Jokin round with da homies
Tell em that they chick phony
She just wit you for da money
Hahaha
Sad part that shit real
People out here lonely
Even wit) a full staff at the crib
Private Jets and mufuckin pony
People all up in my personal biz
Tryna see da otherside where it's sunny
Get da vitamin D bills paid feelin free
Now we out here runnin shiit
Got da bees and the honey
Got the keys to the hummy
Got the trees yeah we burn in yeah
Rent dat bitch take it back
Leave dat check in my bank
Rainy season is coming
Take heed to this knowledge
Plant seeds and watch it all grow
Into abundance
It's Hip Hop Throw ya hands up
Got dat knot in yo pocket throw hands up
Sunday 5k throw ya hands up
Monday mornin at the lab wit
Bands up
It's hip hop throw dem hands up
If you smokin some good weed throw dem hands up
He's a woman hitter beat ya mans up
Tuesday mornin at the crib with da bands up
Got the light in you pocket
Put your hands up
Monday morning at the lab with fans up
You smoking some good weed throw them hands up
On Tuesday morning let the crib with them bands up
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