Yo bad bitch, listen close

I see these broke-ass men

Who dream of me and then

They jerk off on me again.

I ain't got time for them,

I gotta jack my destiny

Drive an SRT, that's me

No license plate to see.

I am the bitch of karma

Who makes you live your trauma

Just like a movie drama.

Your career's done like Obama.

Each night, I twerk my ass,

On a mattress full of cash,

While my whole family clash

Because the trading crashed.

I'm driving 300 on the Autobahn,

I ain't about organ donation.

Got the trunk loaded with Afghan,

Ready for the sale in Havana.

Don't ever mix sex and business,

Drown all your impulses in Guinness.

To blow up, I don't need an OnlyFans,

My tracks are filling up the stadium fans.

I hang around with crazy guys,

They bury cash out in nature

To not pay invoices later.

They don't know closing failure.

On the darknet, I pay for a Glock

To protect myself on the block.

With time, nothing gives me shock

Not since the Pope is sniffin' coke.

So what you gonna do?

Life's difficult down here,

I can't go back, reverse the gear,

If I still want the light to appear.

My SRT Demon rolls on the dollar

Green like a pool table's felt color.

I do it just so they all see

The victors write the laws, that's me.

I'm driving 300 on the Autobahn,

I ain't about organ donation.

Got the trunk loaded with Afghan,

Ready for the sale in Havana.

Don't ever mix sex and business,

Drown all your impulses in Guinness.

To blow up, I don't need an OnlyFans,

My tracks are filling up the stadium fans.

Ruby ring for my mama,

A golden crown for my papa.

I take good care of my old folks,

Every day, I thank God, no jokes.

My father, he broke his back,

He carried the burdens on track

For the whole family, it was love,

Now he enjoys the dole from above.

I took the reins, that's now,

For long I just stirred air, and how.

And now, I'm rolling on the bills

Like Elon, no shame, just thrills.

I never think about the future,

It often makes me feel depressive.

I only drop the sounds aggressive,

Just to forget the things negative.

I'm driving 300 on the Autobahn,

I ain't about organ donation.

Got the trunk loaded with Afghan,

Ready for the sale in Havana.

Don't ever mix sex and business,

Drown all your impulses in Guinness.

To blow up, I don't need an OnlyFans,

My tracks are filling up the stadium fans.

I'm driving 300 on the Autobahn,

I ain't about organ donation.

Got the trunk loaded with Afghan,

Ready for the sale in Havana.

Don't ever mix sex and business,

Drown all your impulses in Guinness.

To blow up, I don't need an OnlyFans,

My tracks are filling up the stadium fans.