Minimum Wage
Yo lil boy tryna fuck wit me, but he cannot compare
I remember back in the day gettin real damn high like 4th floor blair
Up in the library wit Batu and Kyan that music we blair
Ain't no McLaren drive like Juice WRLD these bitches stop and stare
They love to stop and stare but i'm grindin everyday
Chasin cheddar don't care
These bitches know that i'm better than them
So no it is really not fair
I'm stayin focused no time for games no time for no truth or dare
These bitches want me for my guap but no I can never share
Nowadays it's different, it don't feel the same
I don't want no pleasure, I don't want no brain
That bitch gettin lil bold, that bitch gettin lil brave
She actin dumb I ask her where she left her brain
I done told you bitch I don't even want yo brain
I'm up on my throne, I'm up on the stage
You a ugly teacher you makin minimum wage
I feel like it's fortnite i'm steady build'n my base
That bitch got green hair and she out of shape
Pussy boy you lookin nervous, can't look me in my face
Fuck what you got goin on i'm finna come into yo lane
I'm feelin like a villain, you Batman i'm Bane
I already told you once Lil Boujee goin through a lil change
It's hard to believe it but sometimes things can't stay the same
Pussy lil boy you know you gon lose so accept yo fate
Lil Boujee winning, I stole yo kidney, check what's at stake
Nowadays i'm grindin shit just be feelin real different
Yes I be paranoid by myself in the cut I got my hand on my Smithen
I'm in the cut, i'm stayin safe, you know that Lil Boujee grippin
Lil boy just take yo ass right to the gym
You lookin like Paul Blart or Peter Griffin
You know that Lil Boujee don't have no damn friends
I be makin these songs all day I ain't no quitter
And you know that I do not fuck with her friends
Treat yo little bitch like a blunt, imma just hit her
Imma go right and just make that bitch jealous
Outta spite imma just fuck on her sister
And you know that she a no good woman
You know Lil Boujee cannot go there with her
I got a few problems in the past
Yes I be tryna sweep under the rug
Sometimes my life feels like a blast
Other times the road just seems really rough
Some people just can't deal with the facts
Everyday livin their life on the run
Everyday I was just smokin that grass
You know I had to stop smokin that bud
Imma just say what's in my brain don't care if they can handle it
Just like a delicatessen all that cheddar i'm demandin it
I pull the strings from behind the scenes I just be commandin it
Back in the day got too damn high don't know where we landin bitch
I remember back in the day gettin real damn high like 4th floor blair
Up in the library wit Batu and Kyan that music we blair
Ain't no McLaren drive like Juice WRLD these bitches stop and stare
They love to stop and stare but i'm grindin everyday
Chasin cheddar don't care
These bitches know that i'm better than them
So no it is really not fair
I'm stayin focused no time for games no time for no truth or dare
These bitches want me for my guap but no I can never share
Nowadays it's different, it don't feel the same
I don't want no pleasure, I don't want no brain
That bitch gettin lil bold, that bitch gettin lil brave
She actin dumb I ask her where she left her brain
I done told you bitch I don't even want yo brain
I'm up on my throne, I'm up on the stage
You a ugly teacher you makin minimum wage
I feel like it's fortnite i'm steady build'n my base
That bitch got green hair and she out of shape
Pussy boy you lookin nervous, can't look me in my face
Fuck what you got goin on i'm finna come into yo lane
I'm feelin like a villain, you Batman i'm Bane
I already told you once Lil Boujee goin through a lil change
It's hard to believe it but sometimes things can't stay the same
Pussy lil boy you know you gon lose so accept yo fate
Lil Boujee winning, I stole yo kidney, check what's at stake
Nowadays i'm grindin shit just be feelin real different
Yes I be paranoid by myself in the cut I got my hand on my Smithen
I'm in the cut, i'm stayin safe, you know that Lil Boujee grippin
Lil boy just take yo ass right to the gym
You lookin like Paul Blart or Peter Griffin
You know that Lil Boujee don't have no damn friends
I be makin these songs all day I ain't no quitter
And you know that I do not fuck with her friends
Treat yo little bitch like a blunt, imma just hit her
Imma go right and just make that bitch jealous
Outta spite imma just fuck on her sister
And you know that she a no good woman
You know Lil Boujee cannot go there with her
I got a few problems in the past
Yes I be tryna sweep under the rug
Sometimes my life feels like a blast
Other times the road just seems really rough
Some people just can't deal with the facts
Everyday livin their life on the run
Everyday I was just smokin that grass
You know I had to stop smokin that bud
Imma just say what's in my brain don't care if they can handle it
Just like a delicatessen all that cheddar i'm demandin it
I pull the strings from behind the scenes I just be commandin it
Back in the day got too damn high don't know where we landin bitch
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Writer(s): Preston A Keene
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