Work of Art lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Yeah
(n*ggas can't f*ck with Baby E)

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
Man, I got a question, tell me, what's your salary?
You a work of art, you belong in a gallery
We can run it up, burn a lot of calories
Keep broke sh*t away, I got allergies
Getting too much money, is that why these n*ggas mad at me?
Too turnt up, yeah, that's the way I had to be
It going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy
Top-notch b*tches, I don't f*ck with hoes that's raggedy
Can't you see, baby girl, that's why I'm f*cking with you?
Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hundreds is blue
One day you be my b*tch and I'ma run it by you
New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe
Put you on somethin' new give you residuals too
You don't gotta say you feelin' me, I'm feelin' you too
Take a dip in the jacuzzi and then swim in the pool
Order takeout, smoke a blunt with it too
Pop a glass to our soul and get drunk with it too
You could bring your best friend, she gon' f*ck with it too
Bae, you f*ckin' with a gangster, a gentleman too
Be careful when you f*ck with me, you'll stuck like some glue
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Hear it's money on the phone, I'm picking up every time
You know I need every penny, but I ain't dropping no dimes
If I ain't picking off your plate, why you picking off mine?
I swear that pus*y do Vodou, lil' baby still on my mind (She on my mind)
When I look up in the past, I came a long way
RIP the dead homies, I miss them all day
He posting jewelry on the 'Gram, but it's all fake
Huh, cut my grass, I looked down, it was all snakes
Geesy finna pick me up ten times if I fall eight
Baby know I got some long di*k with some pape'
Brought some molly with me, f*ck her right, we made a whole tape
Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate
Rack-flipper, cash-getter, tryna grab n*ggas
I ain't tryna squabble, ain't no blicky, I'ma stab n*ggas
You know we gon' stand on business like a businessman
Peanut butter Gen5 spinning like the ceiling fan, we need it, huh
Hey, we on they block, buttons on us, yeah, we tryna kill a demon (Kill a demon)
Ayy, spin they block, double back, they tryna help that n*gga breathing
But it's too late, all these n*ggas too fake, but pop it like the shoecase
Huh, you know I got that water boy like Bobby Boucher
I just made a hundred twenty thousand off of two plays
Play with us, you know we on your top, we on your toupee
I've been tryna ball since a jit, not no 2K
This double make a n*gga jump back, fix the two-face
That pus*y bomb as hell, that's my baby, that's my boo thing
Ooh, dang