Where Ya Get Ya Coke From?

Named this one JPEG.

Okay, my bitch, she bad. She got me out my zone, I make her shake that ass. This

M-69 on my double fist, the cash.

Don't need no petty loan, they be like, "Bitch, who that? " I got top on the phone. Four-five in the floor seats.

And if you know then you know you don't know me.

I'm waiting for my opps to come, they better show me. And I talk how I talk, bitch, quote me. Quote me.

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Let's go. Get it, Money, nigga.

The bands. Uh, Money Mane in a Harley.

And we don't fuck with all these fakes and then you copy. That bitch let anybody in, she like the army.

Off top on your bitch like Darby. I fuck your bitch, you fuck my bitch, that's an assist.

Four-five and six, I take my shots and I'ma kiss. Choppa young as Matt Gage, bitch.

Think you brave, lil' buddy, go and lift. Let's go. Let's go. Get it,

Money, nigga. The bands.

I'm a failed chemistry experiment. Take some acid, play a Jimmy, R. U. experience.

Once the fun clearance, I make my appearance.

Show up incoherent, niggas know I'm like degenerate. Wake up every morning, night before, I don't remember it.

Thick bitch, don't know her name, but I won't get into it.

Hunnid on the nightstand 'cause I'm so -generous. -Cruiser gang.

Oh well, I was just making a guest appearance.

Smoking drugs in hotels, don't even know the last time I felt my own toenails.

Sniffing out a honey, I can't change my approach skills. Write like I'm chiseling on cave walls.

A thousand years later, they can't break that. Voicemail with death call, won't answer to no one.

Came up in this bitch by myself with no gun.

Everybody asks every, "Where you get your coke from? " Underground like archaeologists.

Should be in a psych ward for what I do with vocal cords.

Call that bitch a ho then call her basically all up on my dick. Inside the vocal booth with one another bud.

Tell any bitch what I do with these pins. People saying that I'm shallow, but I'm jumping off the deep end.

Fuck up off the script, I ain't even read the treatment.

Lights, props, and services, they all named a pre-made.

Used to work the block and I ain't never file a grievance. Talk to me soft like you can keep a secret.

Love break down your voice, so listen, I ain't trying to leak it.

Know some rappers talking, but I can never speak it. Was taught to keep my mouth closed and just mind my business.

Political debt, I made that rent. Sketch number, ID card, and profile intense. Uh.