MONEY (Hand Me The Glock) lyrics

[Intro]
Lot of motherf*ckers complaining about my generation’s rap
Like you so special and sh*t
Well, I got something to say to you

[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck is [?] this hate?
[?]
Caught up thinkin’ smashin’ past
Now I gotta [?] a little, haters!
[?] smokin’ fake cigs
Not a Chick-fil-A, that’s all I gotta say

Where the sandwich, where the ladies, where is the soup?
Where the motherf*ckin’ [?] collab with Snoop
And makin’ waves on the scene for the kids and the teens
Now with thugs who got impression [?] that I’m thinkin’ them clean
Clubbin’ with the homies, making money, [?]
So I can hit the pad [?] play some Elden Ring (touch grace!)

[?]
[?]
I just someone to love me, y’all, you guys are bullies
I could make the f*ckers proud if they be readin’ me fully
Guess I’ll never be good enough, so I’ll stay a G
[?], drinking Long Island iced tea
[Hook]
Can’t help feelin’ like I’m sh*tting out money
Can’t help dealin’ with the haters, what they want from me?
Doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m rich thug and got honies
Hand me the Glock, ‘cause I’m sh*tting out money

Can’t help feelin’ like I’m sh*tting on haters
First, I was robbed, drama kid, then a skater (sk8r boi!)
My favourite dish is probably steak and potaters
Hand me the Glock, ‘cause I’m sh*tting on haters

[Verse 2]
Whatchu lookin’ at?
Rat boy, [?]
Mobbin’ with the Deadbeats
[?]
Club banger, 420 69, f*ck you!
f*ck a [?] and f*ck a f*ckin’ rhyme, too
These rappers say they heard of me, I ain’t heard of you
Get the f*ck up out my f*ckin’ face before I murder you
They’re someone else’s lyrics, now I can’t monetize
But I make fat stacks anyway, so f*ck them guys
[?]
Whatchu gonna do, haters? I’m on top of the world
I don’t gotta be a [?]
Go ahead and let this motherf*ckin’ red carpet unfurl
Came here to do a thing, b*tch, I’m here to rap
Not to make music ‘cause see, it’s a lifestyle, sonny boy
Ring-ding-ding (ring-ding-ding!)
Only smokin’ [?] ladies, girls, gimme a ping
I wanna gimme a [?]

What’s that? You think I’m sayin’ ‘f*ck you’ too much?
Think I’m getting away, do you [?] and get censored as such?
f*ck that, every time I say ‘f*ck’, it gives me power
It’s time for my money shower
Make it rain

[Hook]
Can’t help feelin’ like I’m sh*tting out money
Can’t help dealin’ with the haters, what they want from me?
Doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m rich thug and got honies
Hand me the Glock, ‘cause I’m sh*tting out money

Can’t help feelin’ like I’m sh*tting on haters
First, I was robbed, drama kid, then a skater (sk8r boi!)
My favourite dish is probably steak and potaters
Hand me the Glock, ‘cause I’m sh*tting on haters

[Outro]
Yeah, that’s right
That’s what I thought!
Calvin on the mic
I never give up