Prodigy by Jean Triples Lyrics

Whats the prophecy, you are not my scholar G
Had to blast my fashion creed purely audibly
Smokin broccoli, shots im takin bodily
Honestly, Jean is just a fuckin prodigy

Ric flair diamonds all in the back
Just stare, they all pure like some crack
Wrist hair, they gon stand like on back
Neck on froze, do my snow, its a wrap

Bounce that booty on my johnny make it clap
Came up on the fuckin corner sellin sacks
Now im gettin money gold all my plaques
Im with bro im just chillin like im Zach

I was born with sauce had to know the recipe
This is fate lil nigga call it destiny
Back it up, back it up not a friend of me
I was gettin money cake all on my seventeenth

Say I ain't the ain't the same as the rest of em
Shawty said I'm holy like I'm blessed or some'(thin')
Jean Triples, can you guess the sum?
Off the Molly, at the party and she want the tongue
(Chorus)

Money money money money
Why lil bitch stay actin funny
Why my nose still bloody runny
Money money money money