Cam Girl (Finale) Lyrics

Thinking like Thomas Aquinas, I'm high, bitch, be quiet

I creep through the streets, when you pull up, you flyin

I'm scared to death, but I ain't scared of dyin'

Make it make sense, I don't care bout the moment

I care about ridin'

Through heaven's gates, is they real? Will they judge me?

I'm tryin' my best, my eyes is on puppy

It's tears in the tissue, I'm cryin', I'm boutta say

Fuck it, if you ain't vibin', then you could just suck it

Chillin' with cam girls, I feel like Sam Puckett

Ball like the Rucker, my life is a bucket

Give me a check, and I'll fuck up the budget

Get a Patek, and then tell him to flood it

Treat 'em like pizza, I told 'em to cut it

Send me the addy, I'm comin'

Ridin' in wagons, these shits ain't no paddies

They granddaddy caddies, I'm whippin' a palace

Yoga it's all about balance

Stand on a plank while I'm grippin' my chalice

Give him these lyrics, I give him my spirit

These Gilligan's fear it, I'm kissin' my shawty

It's tastin' like spearmint

Spin on the rims, Got me grinnin', I'm shinin', blindin'

Crank round your neck, cause you Juju right behind ya

I'm tall like I'm Zion, bitch, bow to your highness