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Verse One

I don’t do no broke hoes
That’s a no no
She hit me on my Cash App
That’s a yea yea
I keep these bitches spinning on they heels
Like some dadas
And teach them how to multiply and add
I’m a math class
But baby this isn’t calculus
Nothing complicated
Never was a fan of geometry
But your shape amazing
Too many differences
And you’ll get x’ed out the equation
But if your product is solid
Then I’ll get you a placement
My truth gonna be hard to swallow
And I ain't got no chasers
I led the way and got us where we are
They can’t erase it
I check ph’s baby
I ain’t doing nothing basic
We bout to run this shit
Lace up your Asics

Bridge

I’ma turn this to a kitchen
I’ma cook it whip it
I’ma get it cross the border
I’ma move it ship it
I’ma take it from a passion
Turn it to a business
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets

Chorus

I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of

Verse Two

I make mountains
Out mole hills for real
I could show you how to hustle
Fuck struggling to pay your bills
I been sky hawking smoking purp
Counting my till
And I’m ‘bout to catch a pop up
If I’m way out in left field
I stay plotting and planning baby
The pimping's vicious
If she don’t like me
Then the bitch suspicious
Look I ain’t talking phone numbers
Chick I want your digits
I’m going for the lump sum
Like my fist done hit it
I let you eat
Right when I get done with it
Enjoy my scraps
I bet you’ll have fun with it
If I go nuts
You’ll love how I come with it
And if I mention it
You know I meant it I’m winning
Bitch I go blind
I see no competition

Bridge

I’ma turn this to a kitchen
I’ma cook it whip it
I’ma get it cross the border
I’ma move it ship it
I’ma take it from a passion
Turn it to a business
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets

Chorus

I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of

Verse Three

I start it up
I got the keys like I’m Khaled
I’m focused I got this green
All in my mix like a salad
I ain’t ask for your opinion
Ain’t no casting no ballots
A lot of niggas getting rich
Ain’t got shit to do with talent
Seek and ye shall find
Baby I got nothing to hide
Plus I know all that’s done in dark
Will one day come to the light
You thought that you were safe in shade
But I came in here to shine
I took one look up at the sky
And I decided it’s mine
I’m at capacity
There ain’t no room for you to be extra
I need Carmen Electra
Mixed with Hannibal Lecter
I might cause a spectacle
And get ghost I'm a specter
Hit the crib
And get to mixing in my lab like I’m Dexter

Bridge

I’ma turn this to a kitchen
I’ma cook it whip it
I’ma get it cross the border
I’ma move it ship it
I’ma take it from a passion
Turn it to a business
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets

Chorus

I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of tickets
I’ma show out in this bitch
Til I run out of