Fuck i'm Le Goldmane And lil boy you just a new statistic Crystal caramelizing in the vain That you was missing, bitch You was out here flipping Rolling round the kitchen Tell me bout the story You gonna pass up to your children, shit I know if I live up to this shit Then ama win No more fuckin trashing In the bottomless pit They do what I tell them That's exactly how they sing Money over bitches And that shit by any means Lookin at your bitch That's that prostitution label Dirty bitch a passed around Like sniff up on the table How many times do I got to Put it on paper If you fool the boy then I know you ain't finna break him Break him, brake him Break your bones like raw material Dusty in the kitchen From the smoke in my imperium, bitch Keep working for cash You ain't gone see it later Money making money See my cash go escalator, fuck All this shit is running None this shit came out of luck See that shit returning No more fucking round with us You got to untangle From a loop when you get stuck By the time you thirty Forty pissing in a cup Pissing in a cup, fuck you lookin at Lil ass boy Tryna get the pack Smoking on the loudest I need an accountant Just to count up all this shit that I been fuckin making In the past month bitch I know all that money coming faster than shit I know all that money comin faster Than me lookin at a ten, Wah wah whhha What the fuck am I saying, shit, shit *Nonsense*