Woah

I'm the goat, i get money Put my fingers down her throat and she choke She ain't ever had a man like me Now i get her ass like "woah!" She ain't ever had the gas like me Yeah, we faded than a hoe Yeah, it's eternal, yeah Always chase the bag And my bitch, she bad, yeah I love money, i love fame I love when everyone say my name I love iced out gems, i love cuban chains I love these drugs and bitches and i love the game Diamonds on my wrist Of course i'm gonna flex this shit No wars when i walk through this bitch It's me versus the world, i'd win Indie artist just to prove that you could do this shit Now every bitch i meet wanna taste me with her lips Now every bitch i meet wanna suck this fuckin' dick And i did all of this shit with no fuckin' management Ten times out of nine I'ma prove you wrong If money is the prime Then why you argue with a god? Ten times out of nine I set a new high score Cherry lime sprite Fill that bitch up with a fuckin' four Diamonds on my wrist Of course i'm gonna flex this shit No wars when i walk through this bitch It's me versus the world, i'd win Indie artist just to prove that you could do this shit Now every bitch i meet wanna taste me with her lips Now every bitch i meet wanna suck this fuckin' dick And i did all of this shit with no fuckin' management