[Intro: Jordy]
Yeah
Big J-O, been on my J-O
From Wadé when I was yay old, know what I mean?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Jordy]
I can't win for losing when I'm making all my music
Niggas want me rappin', but women want my smooth shit
I scratched with a Judas
I know I sound like a broken record, but it's true shit
I rap it if I do it
The big ballers that I looked up to with the Benzes
Hit me up now 'cause they wanna be silent investors
I only split the pie with my cousin, we're Avengers
I want this whole rap scene dead with a vengeance
I can't forget when these peoplе hit me with a curve
I can't forget whеn these people kicked me to the curb
My drive is to give all them niggas what they deserve
And I mean every single word, that's my word
As explained, music is my bitch, that's my bird
But I never made money, so I had to move shifty
Square after square after square, Rice Krispies
Till them streams popped out the blue like Nipsey
Speakin' of, there's times I think of rappin' till sixty
But there's other days I think about sacking it as well
I tried bein' friends with the rappers, but it smells
I might do it all, no features like Adele
The YouTube got niggas confused these days
Like I make skits and parodies
Niggas think I'm a comedian apparently
But they see there's no joke with the rappin', I'm prone to just snappin'
Somebody please call Posty up right now
I'm tryna turn the whole Daily Duppy upside down
I ain't gonna act super up right now
I still got some bills I'm tryna duck right now
I'm big J-O, been on my J-O
From Wadé when I was yay old
Maybe even a day old
Back when Burna Boy couldn't even have shayo
Or back when I was slappin' corn beef with the mayo
[Chorus: Elt Cheekz]
You gotta watch the man doin' this for more hunnies
I don't need more funds, I need more money
I see 'em all change and it's all funny
Please know that I was still me before money
Now I'm tryna make a likkle bit of tour money
I mean new bank account, offshore money
Yeah, money on the floor money
You know, more money
[Verse 2: Jordy]
Money motivated
Cocaine residue, crack cultivated
Tired, but tenacious
Runnin' out of patience, runnin' out of favors
Easy come, easy go, money operations
Real D-boy, give a fuck about inflation
Duckin' probation
Taxman tryna make me show my calculations
Niggas speculatin'
Fuck an estimation
Dropped out of college like fuck an education
Never knew the route, I always knew the destination
This is all first verse, here's my revelation
Always on the road like fuck a renovation
Never ever looked to next man for validation
Ain't no hesitation
If I'm wrong, I'm dead wrong, what you know 'bout dedication?
Red button cheeky, what you know 'bout detonation?
Rise to the occasion
Niggas start clappin' like we're at a celebration
Even when I'm clubbin', niggas think I'm buggin'
Mittens on my fingers, I ain't openin' no oven
Back it and I up it
Fire when I touch it
Tiny when I tuck it
I've got nothin' for a jezzy, I just tell her suck it
I've got somethin' for a paigon, soundin' like a musket
Said I've got somethin' for a paigon, soundin' like a musket
[Chorus: Elt Cheekz]
You gotta watch the man doin' this for more hunnies
I don't need more funds, I need more money
I see 'em all change and it's all funny
Please know that I was still me before money
Now I'm tryna make a likkle bit of tour money
I mean new bank account, offshore money
Yeah, money on the floor money
You know, more money
