6ix figure cheques

Lookin' like Jack Lomond
These bitches wanna suck me with my overalls on
I’ve been burnin' paper like I’m guap
Make this shit look easy 'cause I got it out on lock
You used to buy motherfuckers just to get some promo
Now you’re tryna' hit me up, you was square like logo
Used to hang out at the club, I would fill for promo
Now I never ask her names cause I’m boutta' blow
Oh, oh
Little boy aboutta' blow
Stop talking ho'
You know that I’m 'boutta blow
'Cause it’s six figure cheques now
They tried to sign me for a rack but I backed out
What happened last night? Yeah, I blacked out
I could not take all this money sitting down
And I’m getting to my bag now
Don’t got cards up in my wallet it’s just cash now
I’m worth more than a feature
Rappers tryna' steal my fucking swag like I’ma teacher
But thats OG shit
When you come around these bitches think you owe them shit
I ain’t owe you shit
Hard work and lots of weed is what has got me this
Bitch your pussy look like Horsehead
And I love that motherfucker but your trim dead
Trim your mo' fucking hedge
'Fore I give your pussy head, ayy
Lookin' like Jack Lomond
These bitches wanna suck me with my overalls on
I’ve been burnin' paper like im guap
Make this shit look easy cause I got it out on lock
Come around, raise a brow, you can drop it so low
Two hands on my jock, I ain’t workin' solo
Got a new foreign bitch, and my car don’t know
So don’t pull up talkin' shit if you don’t want smoke
Is that a joke? Yeah, he pass the blue I choke
You wacky hoes, yeah I do not wanna talk
Oh no, yeah you better go home
Lil' boy yeah, yeah yo' ass a joke
'Cause it’s six figure cheques now
They tried to sign me for a rack but I backed out
What happened last night? Yeah I blacked out
I could not take all this money sitting down
Oh, oh
Little boy aboutta' blow
Stop talking ho'
You know that I’m 'boutta blow