I get to the paper
Yea I'm a money chaser
I just left the baker
Yea I left with the cake yea
Smoking on that ganja cause you know I'm Jamaican
Sitting on the clouds high as f*ck I'm a stargazer
I keep rocket, I keep sticks (yea)
Try to step in the field you get blitzed (yea)
Now we cracking that nigga like Ritz (yea)
He get a left and a right left he Twix (yea)
I get money not working no shifts (yea)
She get dick then she get in a Lyft (yea)
He got hit in his shit now his sprit gon' lift
Can't f*ck with no nigga talk down on the kid
No bread in my pocket I was down on my shit
Brando he my right hand, keep a big stick in my right hand
And your bitch is mid but I'll still hit if she my type yea
See the big drip, 3k on the fit
But I'm bouta go hop on a flight yea
I get to the paper
Yea I'm a money chaser
I just left the baker
Yea I left with the cake yea
Smoking on that ganja cause you know I'm Jamaican
Sitting on the clouds high as f*ck I'm a stargazer
I get to the paper
Yea I'm a money chaser
I just left the baker
Yea I left with the cake yea
Smoking on that ganja cause you know I'm Jamaican
Sitting on the clouds high as f*ck I'm a stargazer