​twikipedia - today ☀️ lyrics

Many racks, 'bout a couple mill'
Try hard enough, I'ma sign your deal
Call up Twiki 'cause he way too real 
(Delta, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up)

You not getting money
Get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30
And that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how
Much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't
Think I wanna do that shit today

I won't tell nobody but I'm
Fucking running to the bank
They just love to hate so
I'm getting motherfuckin' plays
They be stalking all my moves
They wish that they was in my place
Everybody want the best of me
I'm feeling like I'm Ways
I'm not talking bout no chips but we
Gon' find out where he lays
Gotta shout out girlhefunny cause he
Really need a raise
Tay-K gotta do that fucking race
Or I get sprayed everybody sleep on Twiki
Wake up 'cause I need my praise
I'm producer turned to rapper
I feel like I'm Ronny J
And I'm not talking 'bout grafitti
But he getting sprayed
Only time I run a lap is
When I'm running to the bank
Only time I gotta rap is when
I think I'm getting paid
That boy racist like he Slayyyter
Talking shit, come and meet me later
We gon' light it up
Like a motherfuckin' saber
We are not the same bitch
We live in different layers
Get it off the context
Crop it like it's Photoshop
You make vlogging music
Your shit play at coffee shops
Time is running out, check the clock
I feel like I'm, Ke$ha never stop
Playboi Carti, hide it in my sock
Wido, they gon' make my body roll
I tried to tell you and you didn't listen
Hear it like a transmission
You told me your story but it's fiction
It's fiction
Better move with caution, have some friction
Some friction
What's the point of talking? Never listen
Listen guess I'm really making it I
Don't need your permission
Feel like Saturn, count my rings
Gonna make it any means
Red light turn to green
Not making money, stop talking to me, ah, ah

You not getting money
Get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30
And that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how
Much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't
Think I wanna do that shit today
You not getting money
Get the fuck out of my face
I just sold that loud for 30
And that shit was fucking laced
Don't you go, go round and ask me how
Much bread I made today
I just made another bag but I don't
Think I wanna do that shit today