Whats the Math?

Oh, oh

Opps better watch their back

**** are bitches they clutch their bag

I know **** who got lil sisters that pull up & take the stuff they have

I don’t discuss the plan

I know you just a fan

I make you bust a dance

I am so hot if you playing this jam

I bet it’d come with a tan

With the pen I’m a Saiyan

Don't why these **** playing

My pen ain’t plain

Looks I came in plane

Looks like I came with a cape & I’m saving the day

Insane, I don’t stay entertained

Life just ain't been the same since Abel & Kane

I give a fuck 'bout the fame

Crazy they’re faking their age to stay in the game

Some **** come with a screw loose

Some **** losing their noodles

Some on the voodoo

I make the chickies go koo-koo

Some bitches poodles

And I'm in the bundus with kudu

I’m wearing Thebe Magugu

Chilling in Mehlomakhulu

Sibhema kakhulu

I’m buying some land in the rurals

Might sell the Gush’ & buy an Isuzu

Le di ntja tsa teng

Kampane le re faseng

My cousin sa le jaarteng

Santsane re le straateng

Go lla di thunya straateng

Utlwa di thunya di phunya mageng

Maru a pula a duthlwa lapeng

Ba tabula booka, ba tshuba di pen

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the bag

I want it fast

I give a damn how much they have

Want what I asked

I want it cash

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the bag

I want it fast

I give a damn how much they have

Want what I asked

I want it cash

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the cash, cash, cash, cash

I want the bag

I want the bag

I want the bag, bag, bag, bag

I want the cash

I want the cash

I want it bad, bad, bad, bad

I want the bag

I want the bag

I want it bad, bad, bad, bad

Okay, let's add it up

They offer you less if you blackened up

Black on black murder it’s a massacre

Your bank card isn’t black enough

I’m outa space & I can back it up

I’m a star, I just got back from Mars

That’s a bar

Don’t mean to be blasphemous

I'm a God

I got a sack of dust in the palm

Chilling with villains

**** is stealing, you still in your feelings

I need a billion just hitting ceiling

Minding my business, a million a minute

There isn’t a limit

Digits illicit

I got cousin with limited visits

You cannot pay for my spirit to pivot

Just got ticket for spinning the Civic

Sick and tired of being fucking broke

Days I couldn’t treat my nephew sucked the most

Fuck the nyaope that my cousin loved to smoke

Hope he doesn’t choke, he’s son just wants him home

Ntwana just los the dwelems

You in the tronk, it cost you seven

Confiding in thugs, you talk to skelems

Pasop you can lose your kop for shellings

Le di ntja tsa teng

Kampane le re faseng

My cousin sa le jaarteng

Santsane re le straateng

Go lla di thunya straateng

Utlwa di thunya di phunya mageng

Maru a pula a duthlwa lapeng

Ba tabula booka, ba tshuba di pen

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the bag

I want it fast

I give a damn how much they have

Want what I asked

I want it cash

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the bag

I want it fast

I give a damn how much they have

Want what I asked

I want it cash

What’s the math?

What’s the math?

I want the cash, cash, cash, cash

I want the bag

I want the bag

I want the bag, bag, bag, bag

I want the cash

I want the cash

I want it bad, bad, bad, bad

I want the bag

I want the bag

I want it bad, bad, bad, bad