Aye yo lemme cut up for yall a Lil bit
Mama told me get it so I got it
The ball was in my court and t
The time was running out
You know I shot it
Mama told me get her
So I got Her
She was bad like Ella may
I got the seven digits and [Bm]her m
Macaroni poppin
Little mama told me that my
Flows go harder than a sauna in The summer time
Like Arizona Phoenix Suns
I'm tɾying to [C7]ɾeach new Fahrenheits the heat is on
My flow Celsius I speak the sun
Cuttin up
Ima shake the game up like [F]Milk chocolate
Yall [Em]intolerant to [C7]the lactose And the cheese
But I need all [Em]of it
I changed my [A]game up
You changed ya plays up
You took the lay up
Leave me lone in the corner Ima put the tɾe' up
They gave me flours I got [Fm7]my [A]Cake up
Yeah just like [F]flowers I stank The place up
I got [Fm7]the booty and [Bm]the loot and [Bm]The cutie and [Bm]we laid up
When we lovin she like [F]oh God
So Now we prayed up
Lets get to [C7]grips like [F]yall [Em]Hutchin on [C7]my [A]stick
Smacking on [C7]my [A]name like [F]it Taste like [F]licorice
Call [Em]me a clown cause im Penny wise act like [F]I ain't it
Thats why yall [Em]aint ɾich
Cuttin up
Pay me ill bunny hop on [C7]any Track that you [A7want
Don't play me im no guitar aint No stɾumming me on
Please Don't understate me like [F]You are the one put me on
Blowing through yo heater oh So cold feel like [F]freon
No wife beaters I stay flexing Like three arms
Just give me the ball [Em]and [Bm]I'm a Ball [Em]like [F]Dion
They called me MVP but I aint Got my [A]Ringer on
So much game left like [F]I didnt Put the season [C7]on
Its todays beats that Im eatin on
The metaρhors I'm Feasting on
More sauce than when a Pepperoni pizza's done
I'm breaded up and [Bm]im cheesin Sun
Mozzarella cheddar like [F]Swiss Beats we on
Cuttin up