Ken the Rapper - 111

He wanna holla at the kid for a quick conversation
Told him I'm too busy and I really have no patience
Don't mean to kill the vibe but I don't really want relations
Tryna get this money I need full concentration
Money hungry so I fill up with so much greed
Want so much money that I'm on the Forbes news feed
Hit up Republic like yo, what the lick read?
Ken the Rapper makes money for the label company

You ain't tryna get your weight up, why you acting?
I bring the storm then I strike you like lightning
In the game I'm gonna be the last standing
My own competition to these niggas' understandings
Clapping hands when I'm up in the building
They know my impact, that's why they in they feelings
Killing every shot while I'm fucking filming
Lighters in the air when Ken the Rap starts singing

You don't know my needs, boy, you tripping
I like money and I like paper
When I'm solid, I don't wanna hear no
What about me and what about them
You don't know my body, you tripping
I get more hoes and them payloads
When I ask who makes conversation?
They scream my name and they get in they feelings

Sigh, tell me all the reasons you want me and why
Give me all your money and take me outside
He don't wanna blow it despite the fishes outside
That's a real ass nigga by my motherfucking side
Married to the money, you know my motherfucking time
Heated with Bey, we give these hoes fucking hives
He seen me on the charts and he started to cry
Why is Ken the Rapper making money and he shines?

You ain't tryna get your weight up, why you acting?
I bring the storm then I strike you like lightning
In the game I'm gonna be the last standing
My own competition to these niggas' understandings
Clapping hands when I'm up in the building
They know my impact, that's why they in they feelings
Killing every shot while I'm fucking filming
Lighters in the air when Ken the Rap starts singing

You don't know my needs, boy, you tripping
I like money and I like paper
When I'm solid, I don't wanna hear no
What about me and what about them
You don't know my body, you tripping
I get more hoes and them payloads
When I ask who makes conversation?
They scream my name and they get in they feelings

Written by:
Kemon Brown

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