Yeah, yeah
You see how shorties always say what′s up to me
And I don't even holler back cause I′m too locked in
If you ain't never copped a stock, then we not friends
Just invest in the finessin' if you got the chance
But I would only tell you once
And I′m a bad influence
But tell you mama, I′m the one that tell you not to jump
There's always a reason for my runs, like Forrest Gump
But now son panicking
Rent backed up
Now he lookin′ for some help
Type shit, you know I got you for a small fee
Not even half of what it cost you is what could cost me
And no, I'm not the middle man, yet again
Once payment complete, then I′m feelin' happy
And yeah, we friends
But she rather FINESSA then a athlete
I like my stack lookin′ exactly how I left it
Ran through
Cause money got her moments
When she toxic, then she gotta come and go
Don't let her take your soul
She just got daddy issues, she tryna find a home
She don't wanna be saved, why′d even offer
She just come with more fake friends
That you are barely seeing often
Only names I know is in the fifties and the hunnids
Only thing I know is when they talk, it′s always about something
I put on all my worst fits when I go to London
Jon Stan fitted to the side while I'm humpin′
Gotta turn my swag on everyday and keep it constant
I be barely textin' shorties back cause I be stuntin′
Touch a band a day, that shit is nothing
I just want my one on ones, nigga Jalen Brunson
I be barely textin' shorties back that talk ′bout nonsense
Nigga, I be stuntin
I just want my one on ones, nigga Jalen Brunson
I just want my $4,000, nigga, Jalen Bronson
