[Intro: Lil’ Suttin’]
Alright listen shorty, I'm sellin' my mixtape
Ya know what I'm sayin'
It's like twenty-six songs
That's $9.95
But if that's too much I understand
So I'm sellin' my EP too, ya know what I'm sayin'
It's like four and half songs, three minutes
That's only eight dollars
So what you want to do shorty, I'll work with you
You gotta support your local artist shorty

[Verse 1: donSMITH]
Yeah
I never went broke on no rental, uh
Everything I own I was meant to, uh
Tell me how much ink in this pen
'Cause I make every penny off them links that I send ya'll
Link in bio
Went from head crack on el piso
To getting racks for the team to rap at crowds of white people
Half of you trying to make hits but you hardly hit free throws
Ay-ay-ay bendito, ay-ay-ay bendito, uh
Zoomo package the product I make it sell
Always wanted to ball, ain't have no ACL
But the first time I made a pack do gymnastics
I'm ecstatic in mom's living room doing backflips
Couldn't tell me nothing, having trouble stayin' humble
But I promise donSMITH never inflate the numbers
I know they hoped to hold me back from where I'm supposed to be
Well, I'm in the game now 'cause I got tired of loading screens

[Hook: donSMITH]
Finally on the TV
Ch-ch-check me out
Ya'll ain't believe me
Ch-ch-check me out
I make it look easy
Ch-ch-check me out
But it ain't easy
Ch-ch-check me out
Feelin' like I hit the lotto
Every time they hit that link in bio
I make it look easy
Ch-ch-check me out
But it ain't easy
Ch-ch-check me out

[Verse 2: donSMITH]
I ain't no laker fan, boy
But I'm golden as shit
Half Dominican and Haitian, I wasn't supposed to exist
Hispaniola my skin, my parents aimed for the sky
They own fam hopin' they'd miss
Damn
Use every verse to acknowledge it
Cope with it, and maybe address
I stay devoted like sports bras are to holdin' up tits
Until my mom saw me on stage she was hoping I'd quit
Rockin Payless before Nikes
We lived check to check
My first Jays was copped selling books
I still from my bitch
I don't play the office
Too busy playin' offense
And I know what off is
We used to eat in candlelight
We couldn't hit the off switch
I swear my pen been on since
No offense if I ain't heard of you
Can't merge givin' a fuck bout you
With trying to earn my food
So when I'm in the booth
Turn it convertible
Writing verses cruisin'
Link in my bio 'till it turn Cuban

[Hook: donSMITH]
Finally on the TV
Ch-ch-check me out
Ya'll ain't believe me
Ch-ch-check me out
I make it look easy
Ch-ch-check me out
But it ain't easy
Ch-ch-check me out

Feelin' like I hit the lotto
Every time they hit that link in bio
I make it look easy
Ch-ch-check me out
But it ain't easy
Ch-ch-check me out

[Outro: Lil’ Suttin’]
So, you know
How much money you got on you right now