mr. knowitall Lyrics

Call me Midas how I'm touching the gold

Dip my wrist until it glisten and froze

Living like it so they call me the goat

Mr know it all no but he don't

Wealth is a process of finding yourself be a better you notice how billionaires tend to be old

You gon succeed for the people who doubted you or for the people who set you a goal

Reach a new height with a whole different attitude altitude not just an afternoon stroll

Changing up patterns I give myself features

I'm better than ever now what do we know

Take me to class

Call me backstage got a limited pass

I need a bitch with unlimited ass

Read you so easy you're all made of glass

We living in Caco

When I'm spending I get what I pay for

Why you laughing you taken off payroll

Whip out the lot and the Cullinan mayo

You in the comments just hating to hate

Oh shit

Waver the plate

You in the comments just hating to hate

Oh shit

Now wait for my plate

I'm finished eating now go fetch my dessert

Lil bitch

I'm scratching backs that could've hurt to itch

I'm putting out band and band they hoping for stretching hands never work for shit

My life a movie now I'm turnt a bit hoe

Baby I work for shit my life a movie now I'm turnt a bit hoe

They wanna play me

I can't be looking for ladies

Too many crazy and faking

I am star in the making

Hating and saline

These days and ways Im moving on

You better stop and listen to the words I say

The truest song

Hop off the jet ski

Sipping Ciroq

Im big spending Yves saint Laurent

Clothes and jewelry what should I flaunt

I get what I want I get what I want

Just know that I know you ain't got no motion

I can stand where I stand even on the ocean

You ain't worthy to wield it I'm son of Odin

I don't need a PJ imma cop a Boeing

Im giving out halos

She giving me besos

I'm tired of ya

I'm counting up peso's

Real cash no play dough

We counting up

Like a Pringle you can get stacked I need another one

Feeling myself can't stop me I'm turning up

Khaled putting out hits I need another one

Imma be back when I write me a hunnid songs

Dishing out grace like right before dinner

36 juice how I'm riding on spinners

Ice on my neck so wet need flippers

Give praise to the winner drop beans on the bimmer like sup

Money falling off trees in the winter like sup

This shit so easy to me I might stop

And the bands in the shop

Imma need hand after hand for the drop

They wanna play me

I can't be looking for ladies

Too many crazy and faking

I am star in the making

Hating and saline

These days and ways Im moving on

You better stop and listen to the words I say

The truest song