(Intro)

I can't stress about no bitch, I got options

Hashtag get the bag, that's a trending topic

Glad bag full of gas, smokin' on your partner

Trash bag full of cash, nothin' on the counter

Daddy had me barefoot runnin' through the project

'Til I moved on mazant, sold crack for a profit

Swimmin' in the money, backstroke through the trade

I don't go to Mardi Gras, niggas shootin' up parades

Niggas slime your hoe, freak drug through the legs

She got a deep throat, she can swallow whole eggs

Told her if she walk the street, look both ways

She been a freak, just discreet on her page

Lately I been workin' hard, I deserve a raise

Remember I went and got a job, and quit the next day

Hard days, that was always

Now I'm givin' money always, I make all A's

Teachers said that I was hard-headed out the hallways

I was like, fuck what y'all say

I gotta get my bill up like Chauncey

A bad bitch'll fuck up your head, ask kanye

But her ass thicker than my Auntie Pat cornbread

Flick it up, make em send 'em up

Send a picture to my dawg, hope that'll lift him up

Free the bro, break the cup, he the squad

Give you a hug, freak hoe eatin' up

Finger Roll, no layin' up

Reload, hit him up

Where he from, nigga? We don't give a fuck

Ch, ching, ching, ching, ring me up

Whoever call a nigga broke, hang it up

Catch a nigga in the street, it's a different story

But I'd rather nigga hate me before he snitchin' on me

Get your bag right, then go and get your home

How you got your bag right and forget your homie?

Man, these bitches come a dime a dozen

So I'm fuckin' down about a dozen

Nah who fuck dosn't

Thought I knew just what it was, found out it wasn't

Lotta y'all niggas got lucky, still got it comin'

Bentley truck, got some bald tires, I'm just buckin'

Told Chucky when he touchdown, we gon' get this money

Free the bro, break the cup, he the squad

Give you a hug, freak hoe eatin' up

Finger roll, ain't no layin' up