[Interlude]
Grammys, make sure I'm gon' make it
I got twelve jobs, 'cause I'm patient
Your bitch on me, 'cause I made it
I'm on cloud nine, 'cause I'm faded
[Chorus]
Little homie don't touch my shit
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch—
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
Little homie don't touch my shit
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Little homie get off my shit, don't touch my shit, and don't ask me to hold nothin'
Where was you when I was shootin' all day, tryna workin' on my jay, tryna score a little old money?
These niggas ain't got no job, no kids, no bills, but they all got a hand out
They be like—
Boy you know got it
Plus I heard your song on the radio the other day
Nigga you the man now (aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah)
Hmm, true, true I guess you got a point with that statement
But I'm still climbing from the bottom (Chi Town)
Cold winters in the basement
I'm Fresh Prince with the swag now (Philly)
My whole team gets a bag now (really)
I'd rather invest in my little brothers
And get back in touch with my dad now (what up pop?)
Fake niggas (conversate), uh, move around, yeah
Why am I only on your mind when a nigga come in town? Yeah (Come in town)
Don't let that white girl voice put you all in your feelings, yeah (Hah, he in his feelings y'all)
I've been in my age just chasin' after millions
[Interlude]
Your bitch on me, 'cause I made it
I'm on cloud nine, 'cause I'm faded
[Chorus]
Little homie don't touch my shit
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch—
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
Little homie don't touch my shit
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah
[Interlude]
Grammys, make sure I'm gon' make it
I got twelve jobs, 'cause I'm patient
Your bitch on me, 'cause I made it
I'm on cloud nine, 'cause I'm faded
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum now (Fum now)
All your boys better run now (run)
'Cause I'm finally having fun now (fun)
I might ghost write the next hit for anybody who gon' bring the funds around
That's how I do it, finesse
I'ma always be good 'cause I'm blessed
And if even I die, mom made me chill
I put the whole family in the will
I am on a move, I gotta do what I got ta do to worry about the bills
Yeah, all of my moves are correct
Pursuing my calling, I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling, I call to collect, don't touch my shit man!
[Chorus]
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch—
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
Little homie don't touch my shit
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't want your bitch, tell that hoe get off my dick
Don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch, nah
[Interlude]
Grammys, make sure I'm gon' make it
I got twelve jobs, 'cause I'm patient
Your bitch on me, 'cause I made it
I'm on cloud nine, 'cause I'm faded
