How you in front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face? Fix your motherfuckin' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up
I'm doin' real shit, some never worry 'bout-a-bill shit
Some build a house on the hill, shit
The money's gravy, it's coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a nigga ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that nigga out (choke that nigga out)
Go corona on that bitch
Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew own that bitch
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonades to millions, and better days
How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies?
How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin' (man, wake this shit up)
Yeah, if I was God I wouldn't save y'all niggas
Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas
Bitch, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup, a tryout, a test run
Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae
I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA
I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face
When I walk in the room, bitches better pray
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
They don't want me to want it
Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
The war is over
How you in front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face? Fix your motherfuckin' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up
I'm doin' real shit, some never worry 'bout-a-bill shit
Some build a house on the hill, shit
The money's gravy, it's coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a nigga ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that nigga out (choke that nigga out)
Go corona on that bitch
Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew own that bitch
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonades to millions, and better days
How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies?
How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin' (man, wake this shit up)
Yeah, if I was God I wouldn't save y'all niggas
Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas
Bitch, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup, a tryout, a test run
Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae
I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA
I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face
When I walk in the room, bitches better pray
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
They don't want me to want it
Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
The war is over
How you in front of the motherfuckin' crowd with a sad face? Fix your motherfuckin' face
Let's go
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I love you, so I say this shit with love
But please tell your fans they need to shut the fuck up
I'm doin' real shit, some never worry 'bout-a-bill shit
Some build a house on the hill, shit
The money's gravy, it's coming crazy
My big sis just had another baby, popped 'em out the labia
My other nephew sittin' in the class with a broken knuckle
He had to beat a nigga ass for talkin' 'bout his uncle
Now listen, I ain't sayin' I condone that shit
Fuck it, yeah, I said it, I condone that shit
Choke that nigga out (choke that nigga out)
Go corona on that bitch
Walk that nigga like a dog, nephew own that bitch
Yesterday, just a day, everyday
I'm on this planet turnin' lemons into lemonade
And lemonades to millions, and better days
How the fuck I get this fuckin' rich from makin' melodies?
How the fuck I keep all to myself and still got enemies?
How the fuck I get so many wins on my itinerary
It's January, but I already feel the summer
Because it's mine, nigga, R.I.P. to Lil' Hummer
Nasarati, we up
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin' (man, wake this shit up)
Yeah, if I was God I wouldn't save y'all niggas
Like a suicidal bitch, I would blade y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I wish I never made y'all niggas
Y'all my sons, but I might just Marvin Gaye y'all niggas
Bitch, I'm back like I left somethin'
Hol' up everybody, Nasarati's got his next one
My next move always gon' be better than your best one
You bitches couldn't even see Lil Nas-y in a warmup, a tryout, a test run
Anyways, I'm back like a vertebrae
I can drop a sex tape and win a VMA
I'm the devil in disguise, but I'm givin' face
When I walk in the room, bitches better pray
Lean on my body, Lord (amen, amen, amen)
Bring blessings on my soul (amen, amen, amen)
And when the war is over (thank you)
See it's time to tell the world the war is won (yeah)
You know I'm sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
Sittin' on, sittin' on Balmains
Money keep-keep-keep-keep-keep comin', comin'
They don't want me to want it
Praise the Lord, they breathin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
Save me lord, they schemin' on me
The war is over