Lawd Jesus lyrics

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 700K 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)

• Artist:CupcakKe