[ Featuring Mick Jenkins ]
Twenty dollars in your pocket
Hopin' nobody clocks it
Oh, oh
You might be broke, but your spirit ain't
Pants a little torn, but your heart ain't
Ooh, oh
Don't let these fools freeze you up
It's you, it's you, it's you we want
Ayy, yeah
The floor is yours
You the kettle, go ahead and pour
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Baby, do you
Can't nobody f*ck with you
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you
Ooh-ooh
Baby, do you
Can't nobody f*ck with you
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you
Ooh, ooh-ooh
If you need to shake them ghosts off
Love it if you take that coat off
Oh, woah-woah, oh
Shoulders broader than the daylight
Goddamn, this is your night
Oh, oh-ooh
Baby, do you
Can't nobody f*ck with you
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you
Ooh-ooh
Baby, do you
Can't nobody f*ck with you
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with you
Ooh, ooh-ooh
See a lot of salt in this motherf*cker
But I don't see nobody sweatin'
I don't see nobody lettin' loose like the preacher's kid do
Baby, I am not nobody's reverend
Put you in the right direction
Acupuncture, give your body pointers
Holdin' up the walls, won't beat us, baby, join us
In a eight-count, you could be anointed, let these vibes connect us
Look outside and say it's not infectious
Give a f*ck 'bout a hawk eye
Shorty got the bounce when she walk by
Forty-seven faces with mean mug, I'm in this bitch cross-eyed
Started early, they done call all sides
Won't you bust a move? Quit fumblin' 'round
Chris Jericho if your walls come tumblin' down
Want that raw
Don't bring cold feet, shorty, I want that thawed
Got two left feet, a nigga'll come back crawlin'
Got everybody in your pocket
I'm hopin' that you clocked it
Oh, woah, woah
You're not broke if your spirit ain't
Pants might be torn, but your heart ain't
Ain't, ain't
