Byron - Posh lyrics

When did rap writers become gods? Can they open up the gates for me, can they open up the safe for me, click click click click, naw, where be that money god, n***a shorty need whole milk, n***a shorty need caviar, n***a wifey need 50 shrimps, my mama need that all white Farar, sit the sh** on like 20 inch, ima man of many interest, so I need that with interest, skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, on my rubber sh**, throwing green on my flubber sh**, the boy sport jeans in the covenant, I don't give a f** about your rap careers cause when I rap I'm the only one rapping here, check my report and the rap stats here, everybody love me like the rat pack dear, like the rat pack dear, everybody love me like the Rat Pack dear I don't know what you talking bout, n***as know that I run the south ..I don't know .... Cash cows, you don't want beef, cash cows, we milk cheese, cash cows, these my hay days, cash cows, smoking on YAY YAY! Talked to my n***a Carl Harris today, he told me I'd never say his name him a song, Well Carl we go from way back in the day, even sometimes you gotta prove your bestfriends wrong, that's silk I put it on my b**h, that's a kilt I'm not wearing that sh**, mami built like a Selena hologram, that's 900 grams I put it on her wrist, cash cows, we don't stutter or utter, cash cows, we produces the bu*ter, cash cows, these my hay days, cash cows, smoking in YAY YAY, n***as know that it's Byron time and ima shine like a Peruvian diamond, ima shine like 900 Degrez metaphor for the sun not the boy lil weez lil trees that I burn make the boy a lil weezy, notice how I conduct the fl Ow so ea**ssssssssssy, notice how I conduct the flow with such breeze I don't want to go, I don't what to go q