[Intro: Jamie Foxx]

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]

I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel

Like he Uzi, make him shuffle

That boy soft like he a puffle

You get money, I make double, yeah

You want nothing, you in trouble

Step on necks like they some puddles

Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle

[Verse 1]

Don't need bullets, use my knuckles

Solvin' problems like a puzzle

Don't wan' fight, you don't want struggle, no

Take a flight out to L.A

Stay there for a couple days

Then I might go to the A

Makin' bangers every day

Momma told me to behave

Good food on my dinner plate

[Verse 2]

He say he hard, but he ain't make no noise

Kill them beats, yeah I destroy

Playin' with them sticks, put 'em down, boy they not no toys

Do this shit, don't got no choice

Gaming, I feel like I'm POiiSED

Got that sauce, not talking soy

Feel like Wiz, 'cause we them boys

But then in a couple days, yeah, we gon' turn the fuck up

That boy down bad on his ass, I told him get his bucks up

And I got haters on my ears, I told 'em "Shut the fuck up"

I'm way ahead of these motherfuckers, they can't catch up

[Verse 3]

Down bad, I know he sad

I know I just made you mad

Trippin', I might take a tab

I'm just playing, don't need no tab

Walk out the bank, and then I laugh

Deposit all of my new cash

Remember fallin' asleep in class

Now I'm chasing that new bag

Got motherfuckers still in swag

All of my exes want me back

But I don't need them in my life

Fuck a thot, I got a wife

Don't care about what you finna type

'Cause that shit will not change my mind

You needa quit, you wastin' time

I'm counting dollars, you get dimes

I'm with Pi'erre, sent that pack

That song you sent me, that shit ass

Don't wanna listen, I might pass

New hoodie on me, that shit crash

You hatin' cause I speak them facts

You hatin' cause you get no racks

Wit' my city on my back

I don't cry, never asked

[Chorus]

I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel

Like he Uzi, make him shuffle

That boy soft like he a puffle

You get money, I make double, yeah

You want nothing, you in trouble

Step on necks like they some puddles

Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle

I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel

Like he Uzi, make him shuffle

That boy soft like he a puffle

You get money, I make double, yeah

You want nothing, you in trouble

Step on necks like they some puddles

Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle

Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle, yeah