Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh, ha
You won't, yessir
Yes, sir
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Okay, what you say?

Yuh, yuh, common sense is to compromise
When everybody 'round you talking nice
That is a yes man, recognize
Yuh, uh, I am appalled by the battles I fight
I'll let them all think a nigga too nice
Like when a nigga say they dog don't bite
Yuh, uh, I shake shit like a lime in a coconut
Smoking dark green weed, my bitch call it ogre nut
Forbidden fruit in my diet, get my wisdom up (yuh, huh)
I'm like shucks shit, shawty got a big butt
Clout is a hell of a drug, that's why she give suck
Bitch, I think that I am MC Hammer because you can't touch (yeah)
Ooh, what you do?
Pour the Henny, like a soup (uh)
Psst, splash the goon where I'm from and the moon
Nickelodeon, with my slimes, let em' Ooze
Like Mustela, bought Margiela
I got back my groove (yuh)
You was a square like in a Rubik's
All on my dick like the hair on my pubic
She said, she ready, look at her stupid
'Cause she got a diaper booty like Cupid
Want a hard move like wingman do it
Money how I talk, bitch, I speak fluent
Smokin' on stank, smell like a sewer
How was you feeling vro? Bitch, like the four

Like haiku, I speak smooth (ooh)
But, they tryna fuck up my mood (oh)
Thought we cool, buy when you round (ooh)
Fuck, gotta cool up my mood (oh)
Like say "moo", black-white fur (ooh)
Designer jacket cover my nude (oh)
Take it serious, that's it period (that's it)
Don't fuck up my groove (that's it, that's it, ooh)
Like haiku, I speak smooth (ooh)
But, they tryna fuck up my mood (oh)
Thought we cool, buy when you round (ooh)
Fuck, gotta cool up my mood (ooh)
Like say "moo", black-white fur
Designer jacket cover my nude (ooh)
Take it serious, that's it period
Don't fuck up my groove (ooh, yuh)

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Writer(s): Stokeley Goulbourne