Mazel tov to the gang
Living far from the lames
Living out in the hills
Jewish guy pay my bills
Jewish nigga pay my tax
Over five hundred racks
Uncle Sam need a slap
My new accountant need a dap
My new bitch need a bag
Who me? Huh Laugh
Bitch you better save your money
Get creative with the paper like arts and crafts
Bitch I’m arching backs
Nigga I’m architect
Nigga I built this house all by myself
Bitch where was you at?
You was standing in the back
You was sitting on another nigga lap
Taking pics duck face quack quack
You was never in the trap
You was living in a dorm room
Never ever strapped, Jansport backpack
Matter Fact you was wack
Wasn't you, you was hacked
Had bricks, you was Shaq
Lil’ nigga fall back
You cap cap cap cap
Aye!
My mom is my newest accountant
She busy counting my thousands
I lost a lot of money that was a downer
Whole fam in position of power
Put riches in the community and we started fixing the product
Stepping on the scene with a couple of bands
Three hoes like I’m santa
Turn a Jacob to a dentist
My money Stormi
Make it rain like Kylie Jenner
When I’m on the mic
And I spit that rap
Imma kill the track
ASAP I put New York on my back
Tesla cyber truck up on the dash
Hundred bitches badder than Stacey Dash
They getting mad I’m the lord I hear all the chat
They call on me but I don’t call them back
I bark like a Que while you kappa cap
A-K-A with the AK she ratatat tat tat
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