Lyrics Wet - Mark5

Uh, Mark5, bitch
I'm bossed up, boss moves only
Big flex energy, stacked and strapped
I've been in Hollywood
Living in a bubble called Fantasyland

Nobody cares about you or your pictures on a private jet
I like my girl like I like my reverb, extra wet
How you a player and follow hoes on Instagram?
I know you hate your baby, mom's my biggest fan
I'm making boss moves on my iWatch
And every time I'm on the mic, I turn it up a notch
One hand holding the mic, the other hand holding my crotch
It's because of me Hugo Boss got a rise in stocks

What's with all the commotion and chit chatter?
I'm underground for life, and I own my masters
It's too easy for me to come up with these verses
'Cause I sleep like a baby, I got psychological insurance
That means I can afford to be original
Make a song and put out a whole bunch of subliminals

I'm not here to be lyrical
I'm here to take your girl and get physical
Tell her, shake your ass like Mystical
I'm not married 'cause I'd rather be happy
With money in the bank, like I'm little scrappy
This game is set up with a whole bunch of suckers
And Mark5, you's one bad motherfucker

I push my credit to the max
If I need a loan, I go straight to Goldman Sachs
The facts of facts flow sicker than Miley Cyrus
Catching the Coronavirus

Mark5, Bitch