[Intro]

This is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue nigga

Now get the fuck out my hotel room

Yeah

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[Chorus]

She treat me pretty like a Playboy, don't play, boy, you twenty-one

I was fifteen shoppin' for them chains, boy

Early as a jit in diapers some shit had to change, boy

Not like these other niggas I get cake, no I don't play, boy (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1]

You heard how I'm havin', I can't hang 'round here, fake savage ​

Wan' bе street so bad, they cappin'

I can't say I'm from the hood

Just know I'm armed and rеady, packin'

Pops said they can't catch you lackin'

Long as you move how you rappin'

In the shadows like I'm Batman

And that shit brought me traction

We're really 'bout that action

It's more than Gucci fashion

My back was damn near in the wall and I ain't never back in

My neck was damn near in the rope and I ain't never tap in

Oh, he think he God, come show me somethin'

Seen red and blue, don't know 'bout nothin'

Come get your bitch, I see her crushin'

What you rollin'? Woods, Russian

Is she bad? No I'm crushin'

You gon' stop with all that fussin'

Came up grindin', ain't had nothing (Uh)

[Chorus]

She treat me pretty like a Playboy, don't play, boy, you twenty-one

I was fifteen shoppin' for them chains, boy

Early as a jit in diapers some shit had to change, boy

Not like these other niggas I get cake, no I don't play, boy (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]

I done been back to back

But I'm still gonna break her back

And I'm still gonna get these racks

Been broke and I put this on my bro, you won't see me back

I held my hand out for niggas, all that did was hold me back

Shit, Jx why you spitting all these facts

Just the truth of me, otherwise I'm fuckin' holding back

Sorry, I can't be your man

I'm sorry, she a fuckin' fan (Uh)

I get bread all these fuckin' bands

I was seven years old, on God, I knew I was the man

Shit, dropped out of school never had no fuckin plan

Got my boy, he 5'2 but he shoot like NBA Jam

Oh, you need help, tough

I was down bad I don't recall you ever giving a fuck

Even when I'm on my ass, I still ain't had enough

And she can't fly on private jets 'cause she not bad enough (Yeah)

[Outro]

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