(Finesse Money Gang)
I'm really in it to win it
Cookin killa no limit
To my friends I'm specific
Till the end I'm just chillin
Pretty girls call me mental
When I put her up on a mantle
Never write don't need the pencils
I'm up in baby girls' dentals
I'm cinematic
Don't touch it
Leave my body
Disgustin
You could hate on me now
Pretty soon you gon' love it
I'm pushing up
Up above it
Push up Haight Street
I'm cuttin
At the park
See her toking
Fake bitch like McLovin
But I tell her I need it
Just to see where the weed at
Wait wait what was that
I'm running off with a pack
Put Lil Pants on the map
I put Lil Pants on the map