My G's - Stooki Sound, Jelacee

Look, here was the deal last year

I was here tryna make a mil' last year

You were there sitting on tills last year

You were there still popping pills last year

Now, man made P’s this year

I’m talking 'bout G’s this year

I’m talking 'bout your whole wage

For the month is my hour fee this year

Yeah, Air Max creps on the set

Man can’t try test me on a set

No less than one G for a set

U.S.A. want me for a set

Down under want me for a set

East Asia want me for a set

So don’t ever think you could ever try take

Mandem for Jeffery for a sec

Look, I don’t smoke tree no more 'cause a man turned sober

Still got a Nike pouch over my shoulder

Took the whole beat scene by storm

'Cause man’s a wicked skengman composer

Asking the Lord to forgive me

When I shut down, I’m out with no history

Ex-girl, how about now?

Who miss me?

Make the gyal dem pulsate, no Mystry

Wait, when did I get bait?

When did girls start liking my face?

When did I stop paying a score for an eighth?

When did I get five tings tryna be main?

Like wait, blud, who are you?

Chicken eater, yeah, who are you?

Didn’t see you anywhere last year

Man’s calling me fam, like mate, who are you?

Wow