Beat the Odds - Money Man

Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds

Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm

Rock the turban just like I’m Saddam

I’ma blow up just like I’m a bomb

I’ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed

I’ma put her in Christian Dior

Eat a shroom, I’ma pop me a four

She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)

Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)

Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)

Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)

I just caught me a juug at the state fair

I just sent me a bag next day air

Need a bad ho, know I’m on the way there

She need dick, hold on, I’m on the way there (Yeah)

I got ice like a rink, I can skate there

Drop them bands and my dawg, he gon' off 'em

Got a hand like Gervonta, the boxer

I’m not Polish, but she want my sausage

Got the drip, I got several sauces

Aggravated, the chopper assault 'em

Shoot these niggas like pumpkins and carve 'em

I got numbers, you know I be cardin'

I got bitches, you know I got Barbies

Man, these niggas be pussy, they’d rather hate

Gotta drop me some songs, I can’t go on dates

I get freaky with info, I stay out late

I’ma drink so much Casein and drop a tape

I’ma press me a button, then drop the top

Nigga play with the gang, we gon' crop his top

Had juice up the Dodge, that shit in the shop

Heard they wanted some smoke, so we spin his block

I know Arabs like Gazi who give me funding

I got white collars sluts and they give me fun and

I know KGB people, I’m cool with Russians

I can’t help it, she know that I love the 'tussin

I can’t help it, she know that I love to fuck her

Burnin' mamas and plus I be burnin' Gushers

I got shops I don’t wanna block, Andre Drummond

She be leakin' just like a pipe, steady cummin'

Need a hat on your head, nigga, steady cappin'

Want the whole thing, I do not want just a fraction

Want your body 'cause that shit there real attractive

Want your face 'cause that shit there is real attractive

Once you sign to my name, it ain’t no redactin'

I’ma send out them shooters, they gon' get active

I’ma send out them shooters, they get to whackin'

I ain’t doin' no talkin', no paragraphin'

I ain’t shakin' no hands, I ain’t tryna dap you

With the butt of this pistol, might have to slap you

Got a ass on the back, I might have to slap it

From the jungle, so I use guerrilla tactics

I done blew up this year and I’m still cardin'

That pack won an award so I’m overchargin'

Got a M in the bank, I still ride Charger

Got a M in the bank but I’m goin' harder

Fuck the stats, I be beatin' the odds

Hittin' the blunt, it be makin' me calm

Rock the turban just like I’m Saddam

I’ma blow up just like I’m a bomb

I’ma leave a lil' nigga embalmed

I’ma put her in Christian Dior

Eat a shroom, I’ma pop me a four

She gon' sweep up them racks on the floor (Yeah)

Leave a bitch nigga dead on the floor (Yeah)

Like Iran we gon' go straight to war (Yeah)

Got the Tesla, this bitch got some torque (Yeah)

I just caught me a juug at the state fair

I just sent me a bag next day air

Need a bad ho, know I’m on the way there

She need dick, hold on, I’m on the way there

I got ice like a rink, I can skate there