​today ☀️

[Intro]
Many racks, 'bout a couple mill'
Try hard enough, I'ma sign your deal
Call up Twiki 'cause he way too real (Delta, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up)

[Chorus]
You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't think I wanna do that shit today

[Verse]
I won't tell nobody but I'm fucking running to the bank
They just love to hate so I'm getting motherfuckin' plays
They be stalking all my moves, they wish that they was in my place
Everybody want the best of me, I'm feeling like I'm Ways
I'm not talking bout no chips but we gon' find out where he lays
Gotta shout out girlhefunny cause he really need a raise
Tay-K gotta do that fucking race or I get sprayed
Everybody sleep on Twiki, wake up 'cause I need my praise
I'm producer turned to rapper, I feel like I'm Ronny J
And I'm not talking 'bout grafitti, but he getting sprayed
Only time I run a lap is when I'm running to the bank
Only time I gotta rap is when I think I'm getting paid
That boy racist like he Slayyyter
Talking shit, come and meet me later
We gon' light it up like a motherfuckin' saber
We are not the same bitch, we live in different layers
Get it off the context, crop it like it's Photoshop
You make vlogging music, your shit play at coffee shops
Time is running out, check the clock
I feel like I'm, Ke$ha never stop
Playboi Carti, hide it in my sock
Wido, they gon' make my body roll
I tried to tell you and you didn't listen
Hear it like a transmission
You told me your story but it's fiction, it's fiction
Better move with caution, have some friction, some friction
What's the point of talking? Never listen, listen
Guess I'm really making it I don't need your permission
Feel like Saturn, count my rings
Gonna make it any means
Red light turn to green
Not making money, stop talking to me, ah, ah

[Chorus]
You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't think I wanna do that shit today
You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't think I wanna do that shit today