Fleaa Mason - Intro Lyrics

I ain't with the bad vibes
I'm steady juggin thi the cash rise
I could feel all Hate
Cross me I could seal your fate
I could make you wanna relocate
I'm just stating facts
I Been Around now I'm makin it back
I love that money with no strings attached
How you hate on that
I striked a fire with my lastest match
Fireman can't extinguish that
But why you mad Fleaa
I'm the god I'm your majesty
Name another nigga bad as me
They said make you a plate , I had To serve you Like it Applebee's
And I really ain't into Coppin pleas
But now my vision is clear
You want static now the glizzy appear
I love the bitches with the Indian hair
Think about it a lot
All the times I had to hustle the rock
Why these niggas never gave me my props
But I ain't even that mad
I'm hella happy when I'm chasing a bag
Mactive hat and You Know I got a sweater to match
I could ... get the cookin with the pots and the pans
Be dead or in jail that ain't part of my plans
F*ck it fell in love with the c notes
And ya favorite city girl is lil yachty we know
Fill the car up with weed smoke
I'm makin visits to your crib don't be lookin thru the peep hole

You can't tell that it's Fleaa season
I got em all some caskets now they Mama grieving
Yea these niggas hating and I know the reason
I'm stacking benjis on benjis that's why you'll never see me
Niggas ain't killers
Sayin they will but they won't
Picture me sellin my soul
Your jewelry fake
None of your diamonds is froze
I very specific
Look at this money I'm getting
It look like I played in the Olympics
Sipp on this henny I'm trippin
I'm all in her ear like I'm different
Cause baby I always be drippin
My life is terrific