Marta

I ain't paintin' on my nails and puttin' on no purse
Ain't wearin' Hellstar, puttin' God first
Dickie overalls look like I'm finna work
It don't matter where I go, all these girls flirt
Do my own shit, yeah, everybody think I'm cool
Got more women than an all-girls school
Monte Carlo in the back lookin' like a pool
'85 outside shinin' like a jewel

Everybody 'round me say they need another song
Labels call me every day, hidin' from my phone
Most of the time, Mexiko, I be at home
I be prayin' hard every time I be alone
No nine to five, nigga, I need a 95
Went to get a job, got denied when I tried
383 stroker, put it in my ride
Dope boy ra, loaded dice when I slide

Wake up, pray, finna start the day
Brush my teeth, wash my hands, then I wash my face
Throw my clothes on, cleanin' up my space
'Fore I walk out the house, I'm liftin' up some weight
Fell back on drinkin', nigga, now I'm gettin' sharper
Third day in, I've done started movin' smarter
Got off track, had to go harder
'Cause I ain't tryna fuck around and be back on no Marta