D'Shaun - Commas, lyrics

(Intro) [Verse1] Uh n***as hating n***as hating But im cooling Boy im getting bacon I'm getting bacon You a m**m I need all the love All the love Turtle doves I need all the dough All the dough We tryna' grub This that real boy That real boy That's apparent You a lil boy A lil boy And I'm apparent I don't play no games No time for no games Quit school cuss' of recess You could keep the fame Keep all of that fame I want the Franklin's With a yellow bone girl And she sweet as Reese's pieces Boy I body paragraphs Before i even spit my thesis Swear the flow be the uniquest n***as crazy like this beat is We get cheese, we get bread We sauced up, Pizza Pizza Whoo She twerk for a n***a Who pockets on swole She drowning her liver Bet she want some mo' One time for the cash One time for the flow One time for the women Who ride for the crew! These n***as is hating But nothing gone change! I been running the game Since the hammer went bang Just hand me the cash You keep the fame Still keeping it trill Til they take me away [Hook] All I ever wanted was a trillion billion dollars And a girl that be so bad That I can't bring her home to momma I said All I ever wanted was a trillion billion dollars And check with hella' 0's Like comma comma comma Comma, Comma, Comma I just want the comma, x8 (All my life I chased that money And I'ma get that money I'ma make that money,) x2 (Interlude) [Verse2] Real n***a, n***a that's the theme That's my stance I been tryna' get this cabbage Since the cabbage patch dance Man I been tryna' get this money We smile, but life ain't funny We want change, we want change But even change, start with money So I hustle n***a, I hustle n***a No wonder why she why she love a n***a Skin like bu*ter Thicker than a Snicker You know why they love the boy Squad saucy, yeah that's soy Go-to work, you unemployed Rep the south side like I'm Lloyd Ooohh Skkrt, Skkrt Skkrt Rubber burning Dollars burning I remember, I remember When at night I'd toss and turn it Woodrow Wilson's Salmon Chase Grover Cleveland Benji' Frank Andrew Jackson Ulysses Grant Alexander Hamilton Boy I need all of that All of that Thousands in money bags 50 bands, 100 bands Boy where yo money at? Momma don' told me That I'ma need Gwala Swear when I get it I blow it like tires These n***as is hating But nothing gone change Ching Ching Ching Ching I'ma money machine Just hand me the cash You keep the fame Still keeping it trill Til they take me away [Hook] (Outro)