Friendzone Messiah - Rump Shaker (feat. Sleepoversteve & Breezy Autocorrect) Lyrics

I been... playing with them c-notes
I'm the illest kid on that block
I'll f*ck your mama at your sleepover
Damn! If I stayed off in the game, then we'd both be vets
I done balled so hard I had to hit em' with that Rogaine flex
Heart-breaker, risk-taker, money-maker
Don't save her
Got your girl, she rump shaking
I'm playin'
I might have to pump fake her
I'm sayin', your girl she gon' want the fragrance
Fish bowlin'
Picture me rollin' til my whip stolen
Trunk bangin'
When I pull up the block the neighbors hate it
Hottest on your playlist
These rappers is Instafamous
Stuck livin' in the basement, they cryin' they never made it'
Me and my crew keep it movin' like tectonics
Yeah, we on it
Lotus flower bomb, what you on about?
Steal your daughter's lemonade stand money
Now we talkin' clout! (Ooh)
Cherry blossoms falling in April
Now we startin' a racket
Suit you up, Japanese necktie, closed casket
Now what you asking?
Using my pachinko money on these honeys
Oni comin' after you
Oh, you think it's funny?
Get black bagged and dragged, no common courtesy for a toe tag
Just know, we be the ones that are Paper Chasin'
With a budget spent on your demise
(Drip drip) SATURATED
My budget's overallocated, pardon my miscalculation
Rappin' bout my assets cuz I need to overcompensate
School of rock and hard knocks, but I never graduated
Never one to ask for favors
Put that on my casket later
Heart-breaker, risk-taker, money-maker
Don't save her
Got your girl, she rump shaking
I'm playin'
I might have to pump fake her
I'm sayin', your bitch she gon' want the fragrance
Money makin'- I just cashed a check
Bad bitch- she take off her dress
Foreign car-*skrrt* I might cop the Test
No sleep- We do not take rests
Top ten, better yet I'm in the top five
Eat your bitch like some Five Guys
Stevie Nicks with the landslide
Damn SOS you gone wild
Speed dial when I call the bluff
Pick it up you starstruck
Treat your bitch like a cream puff- DOUBLE STUFFED
Now don't stop til you get enough
Now keep on til the jig is up
I'm at the booty club, with no cash so I'm throwing receipts
I'm dropping bricks on a bitch like the witch in the east
I just copped the Porsche, speeding off the lot
Your bitch wanna be with me, cause' she is a thot
I made the money, took the risk, then I broke her heart
Had to kick that dirty bitch out
Yeah, I threw her like a dart
I'll give your bitch irrational spending habits
That go-go gadget clip extend like Mr. Fantastic
Stretchin' elastic bands over racks stuffed in my jacket
New tax bracket
The blues from Sea Haggin'
I'm true to these habits
I'm a
Heart-breaker, risk-taker, money-maker
Don't save her
Got your girl, she rump shaking
I'm playin'
I might have to pump fake her
I'm sayin', your bitch she gon' want the fragrance
High rollin', you think the whip is stolen
But believe us, we just cashed a check
Hawaii plates, zoomin' through the states
Turn a new leaf
Everything's in place