Facts lyrics

[Verse]
This a foreign fit b*tch don't touch sh*t
I'm throwing big fits if you don't suck di*k
I'm married to the money ion love no b*tch
If you try to rob me then yo' life get stripped
You tryna touch 10 I spent 10 on a whip
These hoes get no time I just f*ck then I dip
You focus on the green I want blue like a crip
You always going broke cause you can't make a flip
Yo' b*tch on my di*k, now you tryna fight her
Only love the neck, n*gga ion even like her
Saying that I'm broke like hearing "n*gga" from a white boy
3g in 4s I ain't f*cking with a Hi-Point
So icy, grill shiny
Eating like I'm Tip but I ain't f*cking on no Tiny
I do this sh*t daily counting money is a hobby
And I'm prolly outta state like I just caught a body
Bank account match my Gucci belt, that's a lot of G's
b*tch, I'm banked up like I hit the lottery
A n*gga go crazy so you know it ain't no stopping me
I can't take you suckas serious, n*ggas comedy
She gave me good top, now her n*gga wanna body me
Ion even want her, tell that b*tch stop calling me
If I was you I wouldn't let yo' main b*tch follow me
You can't name a n*gga in my city that's as hot as me
I-Ion never throw blims, I be catching 'em
I be running up a check, I ain't sweating 'em
You can't ask me how I do it this sh*t regular
I be flexing on these n*ggas like a wrestler
I heard it's money on the floor, I'm a janitor
Say she wanna f*ck, hold on let me check my calendar
Let her give me 10, it ain't sh*t to throw a band at her
I'm not a pimp, just a great money manager