Nuski Da God - Truffle butter lyrics

Thinking out loud Ima need a million f**ing dollars right now Ain't nothing change, man the name still the same And the way I play the game people know it ain't a game That's ironic ain't it? Now everybody trying to meet the boy I'm always fitted, in my closet like a sneaker store Get her started even if I gotta key the car Game sick enough to get a dancer out her leotard Question Nicki can I eat it though? Can I f** you in the backseat of your vehicle? Tell me secrets about the game just for me to know And when they bring me up say I'm some sh** they never seen before Super duper flow, Super duper style f** around and go pop like I'm Super Duper Kyle Scratching on me saying "Susi do it do it now." I'm so deep inside her mouth that I could do a root can*l Been raw, ODB with it, uh Probably see me on T.V. with it, yeah Let me hit it, let Freak hit it Make the money so fast they should let me print it Try me, Mutombo, oh no, palm that I'm thinking out loud I just wanna marry Angela and stay down Yes Ms. Simmons, you'd get more than just the business I am true to my religion, I can make your daddy proud But I'm off that Half a million in a month though You owe me money, I'll be banging at your front door For twenty dollars n***a shooting like they Rondo Be on your corner every morning like Alonzo Ooooh, somebody stop that boy Every chick on Instagram wanna f** this boy, ha A n***a abs on fleek, and pause any n***a wanna test my cheat Dawg I'm a beast, up in VIP, rocking Givenchy, no drawers underneath I'm a rockstar, she like chocolate I put it in her mouth boy She use her tongue every inch, I want it wiped off My j**elry shining so bright you leave the lights off Ooh, damn, bling bling n***a Hood Nation the motherfreaking team n***a Yeah, and I ain't really wanna cuss at all But ain't no love from the boy, it's just lust involved Baby mama wanna trip, now the courts involved Heard you need a little money, now you forced to call Damn, she don't wanna let me see mine See all this drama don't fit, I want a refund Telling lies, cut it out like a coupon I keep faith, gotta pray, all in due time But, silly you, that's a poor move I still ball like the n***a John Wall do I kick it with some pretty b**hes like Kung Fu It's thirty grand if you want me in your venue See I'm a motherf**ing beast, no nice guy I get your man X'd out, I'm a cyclops I don't Kid, no Play, f** a high top And still fill twenty holes, screaming f** cops NUSKI GANG