Less (feat. Casey Veggies)

I never trust these hoes

These fucking rusty hoes

They have disgusting goals

They wanna cuffing ho

A nigga with dough, m-o-n-e-y

Rubberband rolls, m-o-n-e-y

When i had nothing she looked at me like i had no swag

Now i pop enough tags to fill her garage like a shopping bag

Less about the size, more about what ass counts

Currency amounts 'fore i go to college

And try to bounce to the ounce cause (?)

I'm under her radar only cause i'm in fader

She ain't my bitch, she's know way i'mma name her

No monopoly, i'm a tax bracket gamer

Blackjack and hanger, can't blame, cash stacks

Is what attracts the danger, attack with anger

React me hang her uninvited stranger

My pockets she try to rip out

Done dug so a big whole now the bitch try to get out

I said i'm riding round town like i got diamonds in my body

I'll be shining on these niggas got you main chick in the lobby

I am on some higher level shit i'm rastafari

She ain't seen nothing like it, like the crazy stories on maury

I get money, not in college, i spent all my summers touring

Another round killing her softly, i call that bitch lauryn, ah!

High off trees and i'm gone in the spot

See you tryna get on top and she better make it drop

I got knots in my pocket, girl my tolerance dropped

To mama to pop everything i drop hot