Foreca$t

I'm enthusiastic, I'm ripping through plastic, got stripper hoes doing gymnastics

Some of em cute, some of em ratchet, I throw more, I watch em catch it

The way I make it disappear, you can call it magic

I'm only getting started, I ain't running out

Go, go, go

Go, go, go

Throw up more cash, change up the forecast

Throw up more cash, change up the forecast

Look, I'm from where you get finessed and don't get reimbursed

Ain't trippin on nothing, but I do need a trip to the Turks

You say you love me, baby, put my tooly in ya purse