activist (last year) Lyrics

Yeah I been getting money since last year

Shorty you not my bitch

How the hell you even get back here?

Uh

Bae, I make the bread out the back end

I knew I'd be rich, before it happened

Now she in my whip and she laughing

Ha, ha, ha

Uh, and all of these pistols be clapping

Fa, fa, fa

Nigga I been making bread

That's a habit

Uh, cha-ching

Pour up the wok

Nigga I got to have it

Uh, the lean

I got a K, and that bitch automatic

Uh, the beam wiping you down if you really want static

I swear to God I had bread since a jit

And I swear to God I got your bitch on my mattress

Working so hard just to get to this money

I swear to God that I'm so close, I could grab it

You do too much, she ain't going enough

Man, I swear to God

These bitches making me flaccid

Switch up the fit, bitch I feel like it's magic

Run that shit up, bitch I don't check the balance

I fuck with her

She ain't checking my status

And we had some great sex off of the acid

And every time I'm in the booth, I be snapping

That nigga say he want kill me, he lacking

Hit from the back, she say, "Caleb, you massive"

She talking 'bout me or she talking 'bout my status?

Oh, Oh

And I been getting money since last year

Oh, and I been getting money since last year

Yeah I been getting money since last year

Shorty you not my bitch

How the hell you even get back here?

Uh

Bae, I make the bread out the back end

I knew I'd be rich, before it happened

Now she in my whip and she laughing

Ha, ha, ha

Uh, and all of these pistols be clapping

Fa, fa, fa

Nigga I been making bread

That's a habit

Uh, cha-ching

Pour up the wok

Nigga I got to have it

Uh, the lean

I got a K, and that bitch automatic