Songtext Lawd jesus Cupcakke

Lawd jesus

Ayy
When I walk in a room, all the niggas lookin' at me like "What is my income?"
Not jumpin' no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down
Don't wanna assume?but?bitches?really broke and?
I don't know?where y'all get rent from
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me asking me "Can I spit sumn?"
'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money
I look at your mouth like you ramblin'
I can merch this on God, I just lost 700
K off of nothin' but gamblin'
I went sick and got fraud but I had to fight all my demons, that shit was real challengin'
So now when I walk around people with money, I say shut up like a mannequin (Shh)
So I can just soak up they info
Now my bank copy that, that's ten fold
I don't go wherever the wind blow
'Cause if my wig fall off, that's the end ho
But lucky I'm paid, edges stay laid like prostitutes on a Friday night
While you suckin' his thing, I'm outside pullin' strings
Like a bitch flyin' kites
And no I don't rock mics
Red bottoms with the spikes
Tinted windows, out of sight
No cash, just swipe
Cashier like, "Yikes! She's black not white"
When I hop off my flight, Naomi Campbell with the wipes, ayy
Save his number under "typo" 'cause that nigga wasn't my type
It's nothin' to talk to these niggas like shit but I'd rather not do that today
'Cause niggas be trippin', I'd rather just tell a nigga "Tie your fuckin' shoelace"
And niggas is bitches, I'd rather just give they ass a motherfuckin' bouquet
And I'm really birthing bitches when they drop an album then that's my due date, ayy

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)

I'm on some positive vibes but every time niggas testin' my patience
Only could wait for so long, before I do you wrong
'Cause I'm not a waitress (On God)
Every December 31st, I go in the new year with no type of hatred
Then back January 3rd, the neighbors hurt, while they treating my playlist
Man these dirty bitches don't do the dishes
Then tell a nigga "Come eat the butt" (How?)
And wake up with crust in they ass and that shit thicker than Pizza Hut
But I'm off it, they coughin'
Yeah I know how to market, no Boston
Tell a nigga don't talk it, just walk it
Pop a nigga like John's way too often (Brrr)

Bitch I'm eating good, double chin, black card match her skin
Fuck all my old friends, I'm not tryna make amends (Lawd, Jesus)
I said "Mama chill, we gon' win"
Money keep comin' in
I'm tryna change from back then
But every time I hear the sins (Lawd, Jesus)