4pm inna Yams

I'm in Miami, you probably could hear the motherfucking water splashing in the background

I know a nigga with some bodies, know he going to hell

I know a bitch that did her body, still don't love herself

You gotta hit me on the Cash App, I can't do Zelle

Remember my momma gave me welps, hitting me with the belt

Shawty trying come for my wealth, hitting below the belt

Niggas ain't know I'm moving stealth, I ain't seen I'm felt

Woah, bitch, don't try to tell me bout myself, that shit ain't gone help

Come on, yeah, you ain't real, you counterfeit

Money watch it piling it, Tonka truck I'm driving it