Back Off, Pt. 2

[Verse]
Stack up my cash
I'm still getting that dough
Count up that money
Then write up a flow

Fuck a red light
Put the gas to the floor
Only going higher
Look out below

I'm still tight like nuts and bolts
But guess what now I own 4 boats
Homeboy said he want some smoke
625 g in my coat

I've been counting money
It's a part of my routine
Came a long way from grinding
Boutta step up on the scene

They gon love me or they hate me
There is not an in between
Got ambition for the glory
Ever since I turned thirteen

My shoes balenciaga
Your bitch like to call me papa
I like lean, gon pop a perccy
Now we blowin on some ganja

I'm running the game
I'm trump and you're Obama
I got hella bitches
Wetter than a sauna

Half you bitches fake fucks
Like fleshlights and stank puss
I've been fuckin hella bitches
Roxette they got the looks

Ain't gon stop until my name
Is all up in the books
Ain't gon stop until my name
Is all up in the books

Hey
And all this money coming in
All my music fuckin fire
Better grab an oven mitt

Still remember days of being broke
Now all the sudden shit
Now my money so damn high
I've been running all this shit

We don't take to kind to joking
5star I'm up in the lobby
Rolling up an og smoking
Fuck your bitch up in the rari

I'm just kidding I stay sober
I don't need no fuckin drank
I still love it when I'm takin
Daily trips to the bank

Music hot no pocket
Bitch I started from the bottom
Spread my shit just like a prophet
Back off fore I fuckin blossom

I can't even fold my wallet
All these rappers fall no autumn
Ima blow up like a rocket
Bitch my clothes ain't rocking cotton

Bitch i'm flexing tier 100
I'm (insert skin) you a default
I got money like bill gates
And haters all be Microsoft

Take a rapper finna kill em
Take a few Mexican standoff
I be cruisin goin 90
Tell em back off