Yo man, gimmie somethin’ bro. I’m ready to go. Wait, wait. Hold on, hold on. How the hell you gon’ try to rush me and I’ve been tryin’ to get you in the studio for weeks? Ay, ay listen. I hear what you sayin’, but I’m ready today ‘tho Gimmie a beat. Oh, ok. Now you ready. Man, what type of beat you want, man? Any beat. Any beat? Let’s get it. I got something for you rightttt here. What the? Ay man, I think you got the wrong beat. NO I DON’T! So you sampled the song from Spongebob? Sure did! Hey! Ohh! Ok Ok I’m wit’ it now Yeah! Yeah! I gotta count up, count up, count up count up these racks I made today If you ain’t talking bout money, man get out my damn face I got cash, cash, cash Means money into my bank If you ain’t gone dance for cash little momma then you will not get paid I’m gon’ blow ten grand These bands will make her dance Runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ to the money, like I’m Spongebob Just like he know them krabby patty formula I just be cooking up straight bars Getting that cash like I’m Mr. Krabs I might just stop by the bank tomorrow You ain’t gone do much, you stupid, Don’t know I’m doing. I feel like I’m Patrick Star. That’s that. We gone slow right there There’s no way it can end B. Ohh. But back on topic. At the top now I lock it. Gotta a bad thang Waiting on me, yeah yeah. Stop flexing on the Gram Yeah, we got it. You’re just wasting your time. Baby. Aye, stop that lying Baby. Get on your grind Baby. That flexing ain’t your high baby. I just called you out, yo. I had to call you Out yo. Had to call you out yo. Holy Tony gone.