What Got Into Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
f*ck on that b*tch for some money, this ain't yo honey
I'm a neighborhood junkie, di*k in her mouth like a donkey
I don't want money, b*tch I'm coming for your tummy
Woah!
Dexter, Dexter, Dexter, Dexter
They keep sending me these letters
Wait, I don't really give a f*ck
I'm balling like the f*cking Bucks
Wait, eyes rolling back like The Undertaker
f*ck your lil b*tch, I'm the mask maker
Middle finger to the world, yes I will f*ck your girl
All on my di*k like a skirl, I f*ck your b*tch, you make her pearl
Oh sh*t they can't find me, Yeezys on, he should sign me
Remember sittin' right in detention, I ain't have b*tches
Now I'm whippin' in the kitchen, ballin' so hard, no permission
32 Griffin, run up on me shootin' Pippen
You a lil boy, boy you lame as f*ck
You a lil broke boy, you lame as f*ck
Yeah I'm balling like the Bucks, you run up on me shootin' stuff

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly
f*cking b*tches on the trolley, all these tats on my body
Wait, hold on!
b*tch I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly
f*cking b*tches on the trolley
Yeah, Dexter!
b*tch I'm so high off a molly, all in my jolly
f*cking b*tches on the trolley, all these tats on my body
Geekin' off molly, turning up in the lobby
Yeah!
Water, water, water, water
Get your b*tch 'fore I spoil her
I will never do her wrong, and she be twerking to my songs
I ride with my fam like the Brady Bunch, stop all that hate get some Hater Punch
Yeah a n*gga on his grind, two rings and they shine
I can't f*ck with them, they on other stuff
Wait, Fat Daddy wrap 'em up
Then we throw him in the trash, a young n*gga got his bag