The Founder
Yea
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Besos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
Correct me if I'm wrong
Rap it like its etched in stone
Manifested flesh and bone
Man was tested to build a home
And he built a dome
Man was tech before hе managed tech
And now he split ya domе
Now its "We can't get along"
I see why we banking from home
And why niggas can't get a loan
You see what they can't when you hungry
You see what they can't when you humble
He dedicated, he focused
Remedicated reloaded
He can take lead, and make gold
Ain' choose this shit I was chosen
Grind like its stolen
We about to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made ya bae fuck with my sound
And somehow these Bustas just ain't been around
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Besos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
She call me David cause she wanna steward my cash
Robert F Smith imma vista my pad
New execs I gotta switch up the swag
All this shit took was a pen and a pad
She call me Booker T. Washington
But please throw some Franklin's bae
Don't throw no Washington's
She want the expanse and opulence
Just wanna live up the life she want all of it
She need to go to a metropolis
See that shit close like an oculus
My concession I turned prophesying into my profession
Put the profits flying into timed investments
We bout to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made ya bae fuck with my sound
And somehow these Bustas ain't been around
She call me Steve Jobs
Bitch I'm working like three jobs
Wanna kick it like FIFA
Imma giant Like FiFy
Have her ass no reply drop her and she was a keeper
Ain't got time for a diva
Unless she spit a good feature
Make her ass a believer
Hold the word like a preacher
Caught the ghost she a screecher
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Bezos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
She call me Elon she wanna taste who I am
Gave her some elan some pastries some flan
Beat the breaks off her and break to Japan
Reiterate who I am
SB Fuller, WEB Da Boss
I ain't really gave em no choice
I paid what it cost
Then I live up to what I say I am
These niggas hate it they off
Flip it baby, like I'm ripping'
Like she gotta grip
Like I'm Scottie Pippen
Like she Robin Givens
Got her off the give'n go off the pivot
We bout to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made my latest where the crown
And somehow my besties just keep staying round
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Besos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
Correct me if I'm wrong
Rap it like its etched in stone
Manifested flesh and bone
Man was tested to build a home
And he built a dome
Man was tech before hе managed tech
And now he split ya domе
Now its "We can't get along"
I see why we banking from home
And why niggas can't get a loan
You see what they can't when you hungry
You see what they can't when you humble
He dedicated, he focused
Remedicated reloaded
He can take lead, and make gold
Ain' choose this shit I was chosen
Grind like its stolen
We about to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made ya bae fuck with my sound
And somehow these Bustas just ain't been around
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Besos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
She call me David cause she wanna steward my cash
Robert F Smith imma vista my pad
New execs I gotta switch up the swag
All this shit took was a pen and a pad
She call me Booker T. Washington
But please throw some Franklin's bae
Don't throw no Washington's
She want the expanse and opulence
Just wanna live up the life she want all of it
She need to go to a metropolis
See that shit close like an oculus
My concession I turned prophesying into my profession
Put the profits flying into timed investments
We bout to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made ya bae fuck with my sound
And somehow these Bustas ain't been around
She call me Steve Jobs
Bitch I'm working like three jobs
Wanna kick it like FIFA
Imma giant Like FiFy
Have her ass no reply drop her and she was a keeper
Ain't got time for a diva
Unless she spit a good feature
Make her ass a believer
Hold the word like a preacher
Caught the ghost she a screecher
She call me Zuckerberg she wanna fuck who I am
She sending pics on the gram
She want some besos cause she call me Bezos
I am I don't give a damn, ye
Built a bookstore from the ground (ay)
Turn my pain into a sound
Flipped a quarter into a pound
Call me Ray Croc I'm the Founder
She call me Elon she wanna taste who I am
Gave her some elan some pastries some flan
Beat the breaks off her and break to Japan
Reiterate who I am
SB Fuller, WEB Da Boss
I ain't really gave em no choice
I paid what it cost
Then I live up to what I say I am
These niggas hate it they off
Flip it baby, like I'm ripping'
Like she gotta grip
Like I'm Scottie Pippen
Like she Robin Givens
Got her off the give'n go off the pivot
We bout to break through the ground
Gotcha order touching down
Made my latest where the crown
And somehow my besties just keep staying round
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Writer(s): Jack Smith, Lance Markeith Felton
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