(Ok, the fuck)

(Ay, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway, Callaway)

All my money multiplying, I’m running up these bands

Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan

Cops asking but I’m never ever telling man

Run up on him then he running like the running man

Prada, and Versace all on my body

Hear the ambulance, there goes another body

Pull up on you then I kill you, John Gotti

Show lil shawty my ice like it’s hockey, now she my shawty

Showing my bands gon’ make her dance

She said that she was married now she taking off her pants

Lowkey forgot her name but she telling her friends

The next day I do show in Puerto Rico, fuck her friends

Don’t worry, I ain’t gon’ fuck your ho lil bro

Just saw her tuck her meat, that’s a bro lil bro

Same muhfucka’s talking shit online

Then when I pull up at meet and greet you first in line

Gotta stay consistent

Gotta stay persistent

Muhfucka gon’ listen

Shawty gimme kissin’

Far Cry like blissin’

Rap game was shit

Realized I was better then them, they placed a hit (um)

All my money multiplying, I’m running up these bands

Summer nights, forever young just like Peter Pan

Cops asking but I’m never ever telling man

Run up on him then he running like the running man