"The Humble Thing" lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Go)

She say I'm fine man, shawty couldn't conduct herself
And I get freaky, man, I make the money touch itself
Self-paid, self-love, you know I gotta love myself
Trench baby slimey, do you know I cannot trust myself?
10 in the morning and I'm still yawning
Highballs balling 'cause I don't want this shit to go to waste
This shit could go a couple ways
Got hoes that'll do the couple things
Really rap, you know I don't mumble things
Quit flexin' had to do the humble thing

Flirt with me, she grab me a humble cake
House full of count, not confetti cake
Countin' cash every day, a fetty tape
Ro-Roll one and get ready for the day
Bart Simpson how I grind every day
Rockin' Yeezy, you would think I know Ye
Got a white bitch, I'm in love with memories
Time together that we spend, good memories
And I got shawty blushing, but it's from her knees
Leave her kneecaps red after she done with me
Ayy, this my memory
And tryna save up this money for a shopping spree
I grew up with that trap house next door to me
My niggas guilty, but I still want 'em close to me (Ayy, yeah)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Go)
She say I'm fine man, shawty couldn't conduct herself
And I get freaky, man, I make the money touch itself
Self-paid, self-love, you know I gotta love myself
Trench baby slimey, do you know I cannot trust myself?
10 in the morning and I'm still yawning
Highballs balling 'cause I don't want this shit to go to waste
This shit could go a couple ways
Got hoes that'll do the couple things
Really rap, you know I don't mumble things
Quit flexin' had to do the humble thing