[Intro]

Igh, woah

Uh, yeah, yuh, aye

[Verse]

Gotta get that money, can't go broke like a [?]

Yeah and it feel like he chasing a fucking hoe, no follow, nah

Lookin' like a motha fucking pro, when I shatter clock

Stressin' 'bout a motha fucking hoe, boy go get that guap

Gotta pay the motha fucking toll, just to be on top

Lookin' like Chris Webber

When I'm beamin' through, she took your man hoe, and you let her

Boy that be so cruel

Ion text, I'm writing letters

[?] feel like you cool

Uh, that ain't real letters

When it rains, it flew

I swear I'm getting better, I swear I feel so new

Wake up and my [?] robin', I be roamin'

Bitch I ball like [?], let's go bowling

Pictured shawty

My voice golden, she be hoeing

Pockets kicking on some hoe stick, so I'm on my G.O.A.T shit

Chillin' doing crazy shit but, I don't post it

Pull up with a swole bitch, you could get your nose slit

I'm that handsome man, overdid, make the cars stop

Every time I gotta brush my hair, let the birds flock

Cause you know they gotta be away

Gave my grandma five thou, tell her heyuh dinglebotta chair

You pussies talkin' out your mouth, you won't come near

They won't face, they fierce

Bitch