This is a story of yung nikka
Tryna get his mojo or the grind up
Never had luck with the females
Forever entangled in the drama
Easily caught feelings for the mamas
Speaks so much call him the newsreader
Might be a talk show host, Male Oprah
Riddle me this, riddle me that, confusion
No vote of confidence or even ambition
All these accolades don't mean shit now
Who cares if your degrees are from abroad
You will never ever impress these broads now
They say they only hear that, money talk
Character traits ain't shit, big paper talks
Lavish lavish lavish, living so large, black cards
If you a broke nigga, she a gold digger
Ain't worth a hello,let alone coming hither
These hunnies are snakes, yea they slither
If you ain't got nada, my dude issa tata
Devils wear prada, pedestrian not even a tata
Money talks
Paper talks
Not a lot are fluent in it
Some got it but down own it
Ouchea flexing, yet they owing
Uh dopamine for the bruised ego
Nigga I am all about that fuego
Eh I remember this one hunnie, the Other day
Eh Tinder match, low key tryna get it that way
Eh Lil mama said nigga u better afford this
Eh Nigga you better be ready to maintain this
This don't come cheap, talk is cheap nigga
Let me see u make it rain, thunderstorms
Had me doing couple of steps back, back
Posed a few questions & waited for the storm
To pass like, apart from all that, what else you bringing
Never heard your goals or future plans
Yet that moola talk already popping
Makes me wonder if you really worth it
You know these days sex be a commodity
You can get it wherever or whenever
Hitting up celibacy, hit me up in November
If all the hunnies are like this,
Then miss me bro Imma catch a keeper
She a dime, an independent one
Finer than gold, beauty and brains truth be told
Uh lo and behold, she a keeper yo