Halftime Lyrics

John Cena, this ain't no wrestling, tell these niggas I don't see you

I can tell her pussy good, but she know that I don't need her

Neiman Marcus, couple dollars, we ain't got to shop on Temu

You don't wanna go band for band, like halftime at a HBCU

It ain't nothing I need, I'm going in like thread straight thru a needle

Laughing to the bank, Haha, green all on my pants, I feel like Peter

Off top like where hair is, no teeter

These hoes they gone fuck if you got cheese and you gone feed her

Crazy, lil bitch she think I need her

I can turn 8 to 80, I'm in Vegas, in the casino

Freaky bitch 5'9, she weigh 180, and her diet keto

You can't walk a Mile in these Balenciaga's, might as well try Kilos

I just made a 5, make the money dance, I feel like Tito

You don't know my story, put it in a song I feel like Rico

This shit easy money, just like Steph Curry at the free throw

LEGO Ego in the morning, and it still don't fuck with my ego

My money long huh, her bonnet on huh

This bitch tripping, want me to hit her other phone up

She think she Cinderella, hit her with my slippers on huh

If her nigga pull up, I told him she just my homegirl

John Cena, this ain't no wrestling, tell these niggas I don't see you

I can tell her pussy good, but she know that I don't need her

Neiman Marcus, couple dollars, we ain't got to shop on Temu

You don't wanna go band for band, like halftime at a HBCU

It ain't nothing I need, I'm going in like thread straight thru a needle

Laughing to the bank, Haha, green all on my pants I feel like Peter

Off top like where hair is, no teeter

These hoes they gone fuck if you got cheese and you gone feed her

Got plenty bitches huh

If you ain't talking bout no money, can't get with you huh

Just left from Onyx, we in Charlotte, she gone tip me up

Just left Milwaukee, feel like Giannis, I got different bucks