Holy Moly Lyrics

I ain't acting like a God, but king David is my name

I got dreams, tryna rock a whole crowd up on stage

My life and yo life, I wouldn't trade you for exchange

I'm on top like a durag, just tryna make some waves

Tryna claim that you a shooter, what the fuck you tryna gain?

Need a globe with a butterfly on top on my chain

Guarantee if I spread the cash, the weather is gon' change

Guarantee it's gon' rain, thunderstorm, ocean waves

Man, this life is not a game, you will really get exposed

Gotta keep my guard 'cause my friends might be foes

Get to framing all you niggas like a pic, take a pose

Couple strokes and she moaned, now she curling up her toes

Need some ice on my throat, heat it up 'cause it's froze

Water drip from my clothes, overflowed, broke the hose

You be capping for the hoes, you a rookie and it shows

Know you sick you ain't chose, but that's really how it goes

I'm on my weeh shit, bitches ran through, you keep it

With my dawg, he just tryna find a bitch that he creep

The people that be saying weird shit, I don't speak with

'Cause I guess if you really fall in love, you on weak shit

Niggas play they role for they self esteem, you not a heathen

Niggas try to play the role, swear to God, you not a demon

I'm tryna stack the money up, pass you by if you a cheap bitch

Got my crown 'cause I'm going up, I really need a kingdom

I ain't even have to (Achoo) just to bless this bitch

Told her give me knowledge like I'm really tryna test this bitch

She got a fat ass, skinny waist, let me test the grip

Looking fresh as hell in this bitch, let me flex the fit

If I see these niggas tryna play, I'ma test the clip

I been flexing 20's all day, need a couple strips

This life shit is really up and down, you ain't read the script

Either you be broke or get rich, nigga, take yo pick

Different colors on the cash, look like fruity loops

Bitch lookin' like she bag red, call her whoopty woop

Feel like Kanye with dog shit, I got scoopy poop

I'ma solve the case on these niggas, Scooby Dooby Doo

Baby girl a real all-star, she a filthy bitch

I den seen these niggas switch up on some sneaky shit

You just worried 'bout the plain jane's, you quick to simp

If I catch you fucking with my money, I'm quick to trip

I'ma shoot the ball half court, I don't shoot to miss

Gotta push through the hard times, can't move or skip

I'ma keep moving to the top, can't sink or slip

I'ma get rich, die trying like 50 Cent