text: If I was in a Porsche
  All y’all conversations short 
  If my house looked like a fort
  I bet she’d always be on court hurt
  I got money coming
  Ain’t printed out yet
  And we still jack
  You know who been about that
  Dick on the tongue
  How she get sprung
  She the kind
  That tell me don’t worry bout the funds
  I know I’m the shit
  Who want me looking
  Like a bum
  Came out the womb
  Been sounding off the drums
  Befriended the beat
  Would you like to come along
  I can take you higher if you listen to my song
  Depositing money was that solar for my sun
  Know you gone remember just like the old ones
  Deep down watch me creep now
  Open up your legs
  I think I can see now
  Thumbing through the gram like a check
  All for a thrill like I’m living in a vest
  Like keneival if he had it on his chest
  Working on a tape
  Should a nigga drop a album
  What it is to wait
  Get the money and then count it
  Young man drinking on mimosas
  Got her coming out her clothes and
  Reaching for the kid
  Jam yo hand where my spokes was
  I can’t make it if you hate it
  Like yo coach was
  20$ was the fee just to go up 
  Writing bars like penalties
  Just to find my remedies
  Throwing up the West just to
  See if they remember me
  Niggas keep pushing
  Ima blast like Yosemite
  Fuck a felony
  And it kills me like Melanie
  Wtf you telling me
  If cash ain’t what you mailing me
  No slave to the funds
  But the money make you come
  Too many sides to me
  I ain’t nun like a nun
  Something like the guns
  If the bullets come as one
  She say you coming through tonight
  I was like you fuckin right?
  This time I want the head
  But no turning off the lights
  Let’s get lit
  Fuck that bitch
  Took two hits had me stiff
  I inhale watch me lift
  Then exhale
  Then I drift
  I came quick and dipped out
  Know what I’m talkin bout?
  3 in the morning heard moaning
  From the stash spot
  Fire up a fat sweet
  I got cups of the bubbly
  I got sisters daughters cousins
  Don’t be acting like I wasn’t
  Thinking that I doesn’t
  Left the kid wit nothing
  Acting like I owe you
  All that huffin and puffin
  You a lil munchkin
  Too smoother like my thumb skin
  We relate in ways cause we need things to function