So Many Kids

Every other day I be shopping for designer
This bitch sucked the soul out me, had me whining
This weed so good, it came from a different climate
I be wet as hell, make a hating nigga vomit
Niggas know to stay up out my way 'cause I’m a problem
All jokes aside, boy I bet these bullets hawk you
Little kids see me and they point like, «He balling»
These niggas want a verse, they be begging me so often
These niggas want a verse, they like, «Get me out the coffin»
Got so much BAPE, I’ll wear it to go jogging
She wanna fuck so bad, I’m getting money so I’m stalling
She like what the fuck you on, you pour cups up way too often
A hunnid thousand ain’t shit, I look at it like its nothing
Boy, all jokes aside, I got more money than your uncle
Shit, all I hear is, «Baby» or, «The Goat» what they call me
My nigga going down the way, when he make it, he gon' call me
If it ain’t about no money, lil' boy you bet' not call me
I ain’t tryna keep in touch 'cause y’all broke and I’m balling
Shit I’m off a six of red, I don’t know how I’m walking
Your opinion don’t matter, I don’t know why you talking
When I wake up out my sleep, all I see is dollar signs
All I see is designer like I got Prada eyes
I got so many kids rapping, I’m so fucking proud of mine
I’d copy me too cause these other niggas dry
I’m off so much Codeine, I don’t think that I should drive
Blew a pound yesterday, I don’t know how I’m alive
I’ma hit her from the back, I don’t let no bitches ride
Contemplating with this bitch, if I’m bout to pour a line
Got a party pack of Percs, it look like a bag of goodies
You tryna save that lil' money, I’ll spend it on some hoodies
Choppa with the wood grain, only use it for the bullies
What the fuck you talking bout, six K and you can book me