If You Want To

Huh, yeah (Getta Beats)
I can show you how to
Make some money like Getta yeah
Shit (ShittyBoyz)

I can show you how to make some money, shit
Huh, if you want to
Huh, like shit, if you want to
I can show you how to make
Some money if you want to
Thinkin' it is that, huh
Huh, pullin' cards what you won't do
Huh, like shit, it's what you won't do
Thinkin' it is that
Pullin' cards what you won't do

I was fourteen bustin' scams off the i4
Bro ain't got no heart, but keep metal
He a cyborg
When you bust for a quick twenty
You want five more
Shit, or like six, seven, eight
Or like nine more
Ten times ten, I'm a hundred
I'm like up three mC scammer
I'll be damned to let you touch me
Chanels too new
I'll be damned to let you scuff these
Your bitch on dick but I'll be
Damned to let her fuck me
Yeah, I'm bougie, picky eater
Ain't no veggies in my rice
Spot up like Durant, yeah, bitch
I'm steady with the right
Tell her what you want
We gon' be forever if you right
You won't be able to fuck with
Me like never in your life
I don't think you'll touch a hundred
K like ever in your life
Unky on his way back
He cut his tether with a knife
When you make real money
You'll drop whatever in a Sprite
Off White 1's like I spend
Whatever on the Mikes
But I don't, I punch 'em
Twenty pair of Yeezys
We'll fuck around and stomp 'em
Orange Joker stash
I might fuck around and dump 'em
Aston with that two oh run, it was somethin'
Once upon a time
I was down and they laughed at me
Now it's 2020 RTs when we drag Scatty
Skinny jeans on like Squidward
I don't cat daddy
Five-twelves got my teeth shine
I'm so jack happy

I can show you how to make some money, shit
Huh, if you want to
Huh, like shit, if you want to
I can show you how to make
Some money if you want to
Thinkin' it is that, huh
Huh, pullin' cards what you won't do
Huh, like shit, it's what you won't do
Thinkin' it is that
Pullin' cards what you won't do

I'ma knock your whole head off
If you half-ass me
Told her that she get the whole heart
She get half actually bust half a band
Why the fuck she always Snapchattin'?
Woke up in the fuckin' luggage claim
I'm in my damn baggie
Woke up forty floors up
Where the fuck I'm at?
Talkin' 'bout you droppin' this and that
Where the fuck it's at?
20K all blues, actin' rude as fuck in Saks
Touch down, spinnin' hoes, stiff arm
Fuckin' running back
Only thing that ever smacked
Tron was the 'za
Only person score more than Tron was LeBron
Shoes Off White, how the fuck was I on?
Last night a blur, what the fuck was I on?
Phew, phew, probably spinnin' foreign
Tongue out while I slam dunk
I do the bitch like Jordan
Bro mean muggin' opps, shit
I think he finna horse it
I thought dinosaurs was extinct
Naw, the whip, it's roarin'
Bitch foreign, drip foreign
Think I need a green card
Thinkin' that you gon' pop off rap
You better dream hard
Bro got helly connection 'cause
He off three bars
Think I'd still choose the fuckin' Glock
If I had three arms
Still wouldn't kick it with your ass
If I had ten legs
Wouldn't let you on my bike if
That bitch had ten pegs
Bitch, I wouldn't eat your pussy if
I had like ten heads
You couldn't spend the night even if
The crib had ten beds

I can show you how to make some money, shit
Huh, if you want to
Huh, like shit, if you want to
I can show you how to make
Some money if you want to
Thinkin' it is that, huh
Huh, pullin' cards what you won't do
Huh, like shit, it's what you won't do
Thinkin' it is that
Pullin' cards what you won't do