[Chorus:]

20s 50s 100s i wake up at dat paper

Different designer shit don’t call it drip bitch i got flavor

Ain’t no hiding from this smoke upgraded my Glock it gotta laser

Bitch from calbassas but i smashed her in decatur

(x2)

[Verse 1:]

All this paper

I got flavor

That’s my ho 2

Still can’t save her

Das my bro foo

We kick it like kung fu

I’m at ruth sans

Off a xan

And i gotta couple bands

It’s a party bring yo body

And bring a couple friends

My cup dirty as hell

Like it came outta da faucet in flint

She put that pussy on me i fucked around and paid her rent

I wished i was ashamed but next month ima do it again

I see shit for what it is through this cartier lens

Had a 3 sum with yo bitch it’s me her and ben (franklin)

Hot box in a foreign i hope out it danking

Young niggas round me banging they tryna up dey ranking

Bitch i move weight i got craters

Yellow bitch drinking purple she a laker

Ain’t no handouts on my end ain’t no favors

She finna push up in da 6 ima slay her

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]

If shawty say no once then we not fucking

Niggas claiming that’s it’s smoke but i’m never dunking

Push up in decatur i got dat stick buddy

Ain’t even da one das gonna hit you that’s my lil buddy

Skipped school to hang with bitches i was tryna get sum cuddy

I just wanna get some money

They say i’m acting funny

I got hoes in london

I’m at the crib with all these snacks i’m finna have a luncheon

Everything i drink dirty but we don’t spike no punches

Ate her pussy blame the perc a nigga had munchies

20s 50s thumbing 50s 100s thumbing

Choppa hit ass twice then he started crumping

Fuck yo old nigga he a loser

Good brain on her she a tutor

Old bitches by my clothes i love cougars

Nigga pushed up with a Glock but we got rugers