Lyrics:

[Verse 1] They thought I lay dead, I was playing possom Spot me everywhere with the 8 like Kate Goslin Niggas think they sit at the top, they just posturing Now they hide their head like an ostrich Optimus Prime and that gull wing feeling like I transform Niggas still hands on, whip it like a sandstorm Had the audacity to sell it in a damn poem Get you higher Angelo, the author of this anthems Your punch lines are mere jabs, they see through Like the clear glass on that coupe I steer past Money on my mind like my pillow is a vault You niggas is soft so on that pillow’s where you talk Can’t find it in them d-list actresses on mattresses Your real chance to loving you bachelors, I laugh at them Don’t you know that it’s money over bitches Bitches love money, I granting them three wishes, Push [Outro] Shout out my nigga Don C, aka Givenchy Don C Ya ain't even know that you got an aka did you? Always in that fly shit, Mike Dean what up? Brendan Or should I say international Brendan? Marcus Paul? Refresh, yeah The fear of Gods in these motherfuckers You can act like don’t hear this shit man Niggas ain’t fucking with me man, no games, yeah