Ayy, I be showin' my ass, they mad, huh? (Yeah, yeah) Bitches is bitter, they thought it was sweet (thought it was sweet) All of a sudden they vegan, they don't want beef Talkin' outta veeners, I'm knockin' out teeth I pop shit, they went pop (yeah) They bought Birkins, I bought stock (I bought stock) They still on the boat, I'm on a yacht (ah) They're takin' shots, I'm takin' spots (ah, ah) I see the shade, then they get blocked They see the chain, then they went blind, yeah I know I'm different, I'm one of a kind I took off on bitches and left 'em behind How do you hate me if I'm on your mind? Sendin' me messages, ain't Valentine Bitches is messy but I'm petty Don't gotta edit, check the Getty I keep it real, I keep it sexy Callin' for backup before they address me Hoes do all of that typin' But never once did I get pressed It's obvious bitches obsessed If it's fuck me then we havin' sex (ah) If I pop back then they go, uh-oh Bitch, your time up (ah) Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock (yeah, yeah) These bitches only hot on (tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock), yeah Bitches doin' all that womp, womp, womp, womp, womp, womp, womp (yeah, yeah) Bitch, your time up, why is you not clockin' out? Doin' shit for TikTok (yeah), bitch, I'm really hip-hop (ah, ah) They all know my shit hot, ain't listen when your shit drop All my diamonds dancin', I ain't need to make no TikTok (baow, baow, ah) Bitch, your time up (yeah) Yeah, hair long, money long (money long), countin' up for hours (countin' up for hours) I don't want no minute man, fuck me for some hours (yeah, yeah) Ayy, chains wet (wet), I'm in love with money showers (showers) Ayy, doo, doo, doo, I love the sound of money counters, ah Boy, I'm a player, not a savior Niggas and purses, I got every flavor (got every flavor) Take a picture, I pose for the haters Showin' my ass like adult entertainers (yeah) From the back, he can tell I'm from Texas (baow) Yellow diamonds in my necklace (in my necklace) Just crossed another opp off the checklist Spankin' these rap bitches, yeah, that's my fetish He do what I tell him (what I tell him) I do what I wanna do (wanna do) All that fuckin' talkin' but let's see who really make a move (make a move) Post a picture, bitches call me "Mother, " now who's sonnin' who? Bitch, your time up (ah) Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock (yeah, yeah) These bitches only hot on (tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock), yeah Bitches doin' all that womp, womp, womp, womp, womp, womp, womp (yeah, yeah) Bitch, your time up, why is you not clockin' out? Doin' shit for TikTok (yeah), bitch, I'm really hip-hop (ah, ah) They all know my shit hot, ain't listen when your shit drop All my diamonds dancin', I ain't need to make no TikTok (baow, baow, ah) Bitch, your time up (yeah, yeah)
It feels like i get a chance to die and I'm not depressed about this fact. I'm sure that I'll get born again, but in medieval fantasy or something. I'll be wizard in a castle that'll spent his days and nights looking at starts, healing wounds of knights or something else... I dunno. This song just feels like a bunch of space. Like cosmic eternity. Like it's a cosmos.
