Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Are you in the Mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up [Chorus] Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes I can see these niggas really broke through my Carti' glasses Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, shе be really snapping I be rеally having motion Pill spot doing numbers Phone slappin', live action Wake up and I get it brackin' Got it in, you know I'm taxin' [Verse 1] I can't sleep inside them cars, out in traffic, barely blink Nigga, mercy for the weak Something cold sittin' next to me I woke up and I done made a couple bands while I was sleep If I don't get out here and get it, how the fuck my kids gon' eat? He say he don't gangbang, we 'bout to make him bleed It's gon' happen in due time, I just gotta plant some seeds This bitch talkin' 'bout the wrong shit, you wanna work for me? Shoutout Meech, he got a quarter million hangin' on my tee Nigga, I don't want your ho, fuck I'ma do with a freak? Besides fill her up with dick and leave the crib while she sleep I told the bank, "I need them blue hundreds nice and neat" I swear that TRX a beast, you hear me coming from down the street [Chorus] Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes I can see these niggas really broke through my Carti' glasses Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, she be really snapping I be really having motion Pill spot doing numbers Phone slappin', live action Wake up and I get it brackin' Got it in, you know I'm taxin' [Verse 2] I swear the fiends gon' OD if I don't hit it with a three I'm on the beach I just got a three of Tris, poured it in a peach Fuck what she sayin', if I up, she gon' wanna cheat I don't give a fuck where you look, it's only one of me Watchin' fiends on the surveillance, I can see 'em on the screen I'm sippin' on that PAI, this is not no green A nigga said he can give me a thousand poppy seeds This bitch pressure The WWE ain't got shit on my wrist, these bitches wrestling I don't give a fuck if I ain't got no legs, nigga, I'm stepping I'll have a ten or a fifteen like DeSean Jackson Layin' around just in case I would put it up, but I ain't got no more room in the safe Five bedroom house and I still ain't got no room to play Got on all this water and I still got the house by the lake That work like a fuckin' pigeon race, they just flyin' away [Chorus] Phone's ringing, bitch keep on lookin' at it I be in the kitchen every Sunday, teachin' cooking classes I can see these niggas really broke through my Carti' glasses Real-life hatin' on the kid 'cause I'm really having I ain't gon' lie, my bitch did her big one, she be really snapping I be really having motion Pill spot doing numbers Phone slappin', live action Wake up and I get it brackin' Got it in, you know I'm taxin'