God Sent

Niggas got ‘lot of opinions these days
I ain’t listen not once (You bitch)
It’s on my soul, nigga
I ain’t gotta lie
You know who I am
Cha ching!
Ayy, yeah
Cha ching!
Stop playin' with me
Quit playin' with me, nigga
R Kelly voice, yeah
I’ma go get it, ain’t no sucka, ain’t no coward
How I get this fly, coulda dodged the Twin Towers (Cha ching!)
Give shawty a kiss after I hop up out the shower
Money bring you power, think about it every hour
You should be my girl, I’m kickin' shit like this a Sammy song
Askin' for my money, don’t be dumb, I ain’t your daddy, ho
My life a motion picture, lucky if you get a cameo
No, I’m not no street nigga, catch me on the patio
Sippin' on some Heineken’s, you could tell where my mind been
Niggas tired of rhinestones, said it’s time to go diamond
I’m a cool nigga, but I’m good in any climate
A lot of niggas rap, but shit, I might just be the nicest
I’ma drop the bomb and do these niggas like I’m ISIS
I got love for Leos, I got love for all my Pisces
Yes, I said it wrong, ayy, that’s how I’m hearin' ‘em
Coolest in my area, yeah, there’s no comparison
I’m gettin' busy, bustas like Diddy
We talkin' paper? I’m gettin' plenty
We talkin' haters? Can’t count how many
I’m tryna do me, but they won’t let me
I need a Chevy, huh? My flow hit heavy, huh?
I’m lookin' like a chase, she want Guiseppes, huh?
She tryna turn me, huh? I skate like Gretzky, huh?
I ain’t ask to be here, this God who sent me, huh?
Your vision lazy, huh? Tracy McGrady, huh?
You hoes be crazy, huh? Wanna have my baby, huh?
I’m talkin' fly or die, you pushin' daises, huh?
You ain’t got no hustle in you, but you want a Mercedes, huh?
I’m who they can’t be, huh? Losers — that can’t be us
Niggas always keep it playa, to do that, you can’t be dumb
A nigga regular, still, I’m who they fascinate
Girl, I wanna do you now, I can’t procrastinate
You know how these niggas be, I just look past the hate
Won’t catch me savin' no hoes, I do not have a cape
It’s only me, still run that weed, I ball like Golden State
She do her thing, stay out the scene, that’s what I appreciate
Baby, I don’t want relations, girl, that’s TBH
That’s «to be honest,» I’m movin'
I ain’t these niggas, we ain’t got nothin' in common, no
It’s lookin' like I’m runnin' shit, I ain’t even joggin', ayy
I’m gettin' busy, bustas like Diddy
We talkin' paper? I’m gettin' plenty
We talkin' haters? Can’t count how many
I’m tryna do me, but they won’t let me
I need a Chevy, huh? My flow hit heavy, huh?
I’m lookin' like a chase, she want Guiseppes, huh?
She tryna turn me, huh? I skate like Gretzky, huh?
I ain’t ask to be here, this God who sent me, huh?
Cha ching!
You know I’m sayin'? Ayy
Cha ching!
Money over hoes, and it shows, that’s just how I grew up
Yeah, ayy, yeah
All it take is one bump in the road, that’s when niggas lose up
It’s obvious
Niggas say they real, but they be lyin', baby
Money over hoes, and it shows, that’s just how I grew up