Athena (Version 1) lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go, Maaly

[Verse 1]
Crack money, I serve crack junkies
I got money comin'
I got slatts comin', I got b*tches comin'
I got money on me, I got hundreds on me
Keep them hundreds on me, keep them hundreds comin'
Keep them b*tches comin', keep them opps running
I just smoked an opp, you can keep it comin'
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I got thotties with me, I got sl*tties with me
I'm on the Southside, I got two nines
I f*cked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine
I got hoes, yeah, after hoes, yeah
I change clothes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
Bad b*tch got a case, yeah, but I wanted to give it to her
But I can't give her all, yeah, so I can't see this b*tch, oh yeah
I can't even start with you, I got the money, yeah
I got a money issue, I got a, uh, hold up
I got the carats on me, Bugs Bunny, yeah
Shawty f*ckin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie, yeah
Hoes be starving, yeah, hold up
I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah
I take off on these b*tches, they be, hold up
I take off on these b*tches, now she call me, hold up
These b*tches just be costing, hoes, they costing
Uh, yeah, n*gga flossing
[Interlude]
Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more
Ice on me, I don't even know

[Verse 2]
Different sl*ts every day, yeah
Different b*tches, different place
I put it all in her face
Then we go on vacay
I'ma do this every day
I'ma nut in her face
Shawty better not be afraid
'Cause a n*gga keep a K
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money everywhere, b*tches everywhere
These b*tches do not care, b*tches everywhere
Hold up, pus*y n*gga, you want smoke, we smoke you
We smoke, we smoke, hold up
Big truck, big truck, hold up
I'm a slime, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma hit 'em with ten, n*gga
Give a f*ck 'bout a victim
Give a f*ck 'bout them n*ggas
I'm the enemy, hold up, I know I'm me
That b*tch on me, yeah, like Vaseline
Hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin' on it?
I got b*tches up on me that be flirting with me
I'm so fly like a motherf*ckin' pigeon, homie
I'm in New York with them n*ggas counting digits, homie
Run it up like a scammer, my n*ggas keep a hammer
Give a f*ck 'bout numbers, numbers don't lie, lil' b*tch, hold up
Uh, yeah, numbers don't lie, lil' b*tch, yeah
Got a b*tch on the highway
Got a b*tch that's hiding in the crib
Got a b*tch that's riding for real
Got n*ggas gon' keep that steel
Young n*gga might steal for real, homie
Young n*gga might kill, homie
My n*ggas gon' go on a drill for me
Give a f*ck 'bout none of these n*ggas, my n*ggas gon' kill some n*ggas for me
Oh yeah, oh yeah