Write A Book lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

[Chorus]
You wanna write a book "how to get cash," call up OT
Pulled up with a b*tch, look like Angelina Jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a Faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like Jango
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that's how my day go
I came in the house and my b*tch said I smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n*gga, why would I chase hoes?
All this cash in my pocket, I feel like a walkin bank
Got the glocky, it hit harder than that boxin n*gga Tank

[Verse 1]
If I can't get the guap then I can't even go to sleep
I run that bag up faster than the wide receiver for the Chiеfs
I won't go inside the club unless thе FN is goin
And 30 n*ggas strapped outside my house, it look just like Sosa crib
Money money, cash, sh*t you know that's all I got
Bust down, bust down, bust down watch
Had the kick the b*tch out, she keep askin me bout pop

[Chorus]
You wanna write a book "how to get cash," call up OT
Pulled up with a b*tch, look like Angelina Jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a Faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like Jango
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that's how my day go
I came in the house and my b*tch said I smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n*gga, why would I chase hoes?
[Verse 2]
I asked her who she like and she said OT her favorite
She just wanna f*ck me and you know I'm okay with it
I got points like Mike, call me OT Calvin Cambridge
I just ran up a f*ckin hundred, Wilt Chamberlain
Why you keep on askin questions? Bro, you suspicious
I just left Louie, had to sneak in a biscuit
She asked me can I eat the box, you know that that sh*t dead
Baby girl come here, just give me your head
I thought that you was gettin guap, why you talk from the sidelines?
di*kridin, cheerleadin, you need some pom poms
Lil broski in the back, he'll turn you to ZaZa
I'm just tryna leave with a chip like Bron Bron
Different colors on my wrist, sh*t like a tie-dye
b*tch I'm gettin money, why the f*ck would I be stressed?
We gon put you on the list, pus*y boy you gon be next
Tell lil broski "shoot that n*gga," I don't know just what he on
I'm the youngest n*gga doin this sh*t, feel like Pat Mahomes
f*ck a Rolls Royce, treat the 'Cat like a Beamer
I ain't tryna fight, pus*y boy, feel this Nina
Ima shoot this b*tch until it's Gilbert Arenas
Ima shoot this b*tch until it's Gilbert Arenas

[Chorus]
You wanna write a book "how to get cash," call up OT
Pulled up with a b*tch, look like Angelina Jolie
I just poured a 3+1 in a Faygo
Lil broski gettin that bag, strapped like Jango
Hundreds hundreds, money money, that's how my day go
I came in the house and my b*tch said I smell like a bankroll
I can chase the guap, n*gga, why would I chase hoes?
All this cash in my pocket, I feel like a walkin bank
Got the glocky, it hit harder than that boxin n*gga Tank