Werkin' Girls

Okay I'm Rambo I ramshack
I'm next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass a**
That's over y'all head like snapbacks
I get it where I fit in put up then I put in
Tryna find an a** I can put my f**king foot in
Run this sh*t no I run this sh*t
Don't give one f**k b**ch I done this sh*t
I did what I say I did
Did not fabricate one bit
I have been the f**king realest since my exit near the clit
That's where I was born f**k what you on
All about me b**ch f**k what you doin'
Round of applause b**ches slap me with some clappin
Show my whole f**king a** like a fat b**ch in chaps
But I'll be running that sh*t like a motherf**kin' tracker
Like a run-on sense like a motherf**kin' chopper
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I'm motherf**king faster
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
Hold up I'm not serious I'm just playin — psych
F**k your opinion b**ch I mean it when I'm sayin that
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin' actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper
I'll be on that other sh*t got that from my other b**ch
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra sh*t
I am multi-faceted b**ch I do a ton of sh*t
Like I'm diarrhea or whatever's sitting under it
I'm nasty I'm insane I'm too much I spit grains
I came from the f**kin'bottom
I'm top now I sh*t flames
I kick sh*t like d**e sh*t
Like no sh*t like oh sh*t
Get in my way I f**k up everything
Like ho sh*t
See they said that I wouldn't
I do whatever they said I couldn't
I'm not the one to be f**ked with
Or to be tough with
I be on your head like duck duck duck b**ch
I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
Nah I'm like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
Like when you gon' let me f**k b**ch
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin' actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper
I'm an undefeated bastard
My tongue is the f**king rapture b**ch
I be at my peak I am not the one to be mastered
I'm the one to be after I'm sweeping you while I'm dusting
I just popped up out the blue I'm spontaneously combusting
Spit a little different give me just a minute
Beat the beat down b**ch fresh it then I kill it
We are not the same but they don't really get it
Tell em do the math hoe—fraction division
Sick flow sick ho drop me in the clinic
Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it 'til it's flat dead
And never pass a rock like a motherf**king crackhead
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper