Since99 - Guapsexual lyrics

Don'tSleep
Ayy bruh, I lowkey been thinking about it
I ain't even really attracted to
Females like that anymore (Uh, huh)
Lowkey I'm just kinda aroused by the cash
(Yessir)
In all honesty I think I'm a guapsexual
(Okay) yeah

Bitch, I'm a guapsexual
Stretchin' out money like yoga, it's flexible
You talking that shit
I turn him to a vegetable counting commas
I'm in love with the decimals
You ain't talking money
Then I'm looking skeptical (Pew)
That bitch acting funny
She ain't even textable (Bitch)
You know I got bunnies
I hop at your festival (Yuh)
Aroused by the cash, I'm a guapsexual
(Guapsexual)

Aroused by the cash (Uh)
I need my money and I need it fast
(I need it fast) dip and I dash (Uh)
Comin' in first place you comin' in last
(Comin' in last)
I walk in yo' crib and I'm takin' yo' stash
I'm hungry, I'm starvin', I been in a fast
(Been in a fast)
Move in the hierarchy like a caste
(Like I'm a caste)
Fiend of a guala, now I got a rash
(Got me a rash)

Married to money, Speaker Knockerz (Yuh)
You in your 20s, you rocking dockers
(Continue)
I said on my own I am not a talker (Bitch)
But I hop on this beat and I get to talkin'
(Yes)
She be rockin' the Filas, go get to walkin'
(Yes) got this thing about me
Go and get to poppin' (Okay)
Like he TisaKorean, go get to moppin' (Yes)
And I'm Warren Buffett
Go and get the stock in
I was pourin' up Tech at the church locket
(Let's go) it's 9 in the mornin'
But you haven't clocked in? (Bitch)
Bitch, go get a job
Ain't no Larry Lee, you act like a snob
Kicking down the door, ain't using the knob
Shout out to GOC, stay with the mob
(Yes) , Italian
I was smokin' on this gas while
You was poppin you a Valium (Weirdo)
I feel like Xan
I got them drums, I ain't in a band
(I'm in a band)
I might go take a flight to Japan
(I'm in Japan)
We 'bout to slide through in a van (In a van)
'Bout to go fry 'em up like a pan
Just like a 10k, he ran
And we have no choice but to stan
(So yo' bitch be selling on Twitter) yeah

Bitch, I'm a guapsexual (Flex)
Stretchin' out money like yoga, it's flexible
You talking that shit
I turn him to a vegetable (Yuh)
Counting commas
I'm in love with the decimals (Let's go)
You ain't talking money
Then I'm looking skeptical (Yes)
That bitch acting funny
She ain't even textable (Continue)
You know I got bunnies
I hop at your festival (Bitch)
Aroused by the cash, I'm a guapsexual

This shit too effortless, to be honest
I'm pretty fuckin' good at this point yeah
Bitch