She said lets hit the party

I said give me a minute

All these racks

She's trynna spend it

All these bitches

I'm trynna hit em

But i don't know

I might go

With the flow

But you know

Yea wassup

I got racks

I got bitches

I got packs

I might go in a Cadillac

Pull up with the four doors

Pull up in the top floor

Yet i know

That i need some more

This bitch

She be tryin to use me

Matter fact

She tryin to abuse me

Fake smiles

I see right through em

Yea i left em

Nigga outgrew em

Nowadays you gonn hit my phone

Right now

When I'm in the zone

Right now

When I'm actin grown

Why the fuck

You should've known

That i was gonn get so big

That this money was gonn get up

When you know that i was so broke

You thought that shit was gonn last

Niggas played my songs and they laughed

Now i leave them niggas in the past

I know that you really mad

Thinking bout what we could've had

Nowadays you goin out bad

I'm chillin

At another land

In the whip

Trynna hold my hand

Asking me

Can i get a chance

All blues

Just like my song

That nigga you know he a bum

Nigga always chillin at home

You mad he won't leave you alone

Nigga always texting that phone

This right here

Is designer flow

I get this designer clothes

All the time

Wherever i go

No no

You can't be my hoe

Hell nah

I don't know you at all

Niggas know me

But you too flaw

Your bitch give me top

For some new claws