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Oh, ever since I learned how to write (come on, yeah)
I've been on the right track
Check out, check, check, check out my money flow
I've been making dollars since my daddy said things were slow (what?)
Must've been just three or four, opened up the flood gates (yeah)
By the time I'm eight, I had record sales in fifty states (what?)
I kept my head down (uh-huh), buried in my notebook
Learning every angle that could help me find my next hook
Lyrical designs (come on), how I could make 'em money signs
Gold bars, Benjamins, cashin' on my money bombs (what, what, what, uh)
I had grammar school, had myself a black card
Record label scouts campin' out in my backyard (what?)
Never looked back, kept getting higher though
Records on fire, your teachers calling me sire
So friends doubled down 'cause I rose up from the gutter (uh-huh)
Now my dad's only job is hangin' out with my mother (come on)
Microphone catching sweet treats that I mutter (judge me)
I could throw it down 'cause I flow like (flow like butter, baby)
Oh, ever since I learned how to write (come on now, baby)
I've been on the ride of a lifetime
So if you want some money, I'll never let you down
I'll be honest, ain't nobody need to have no pity on me
Oh, don't go trippin' on me
I never said we down, run up on me
I keep rollin' (come on), I flow like butter, baby
Grew up in the limelight, 2020 hindsight
Featherweight, heavyweight, bigger than a prospite
Always in training, contender drinkin' egg yolks
Even when it's rainin', writin' lyrics in boutique toast
Now they call me champ because I always win (yeah)
The first official female pope of Brooklyn (yeah)
I'll take you in a battle while I'm sippin' on a Mickey Finn
Never catch me waitin' on a blessing from the Vatican
I'm the lyrical queen of the underground
The robin, my stretchin', my diamond-studded crown (that's right)
My red velvet throne, gold scepter and gown (what?)
My feet don't make a sound 'cause they never touch the ground (yeah)
Livin' a life most people only dream of
Start my day off with a blunt, catch a nice buzz (yeah)
Gather my crew, hit the mic with my money flow
Makin' more go with my words than King Might has done
(Get to the paper, baby)
Oh, ever since I learned how to write (you never learn to write)
I've been on the right (what you say now?)
I'm an emcee, not a rap star
If you thirsty, I'm an all-night cash bar
When I'm not on stage, I'm off the page
Livin' the life of a natural born star
So if you want some money
I'll never let you down
I'll be honest, ain't nobody
Need to have no pity on me
Oh, don't go trippin' on me
I never said we down, run up on me
I keep rollin', I flow like butter, babe (flow like butter, baby)
Oh, ever since I learned how to write (come on, baby)
I've been on the right (come on, baby) all of my time
Ever since I learned how to write (come on, baby)
I've been on the right (come on, baby) all of my time
Ever since I learned how to write (come on, baby)
I've been on the right (come on, baby) all of my time
Ever since I learned how to write
I've been on the right all of my time
