I’mma get this money, no lie

Begging that bitch? If baby bugging, why try?

Dreading this stick, I think he running, high-five!

Don’t make it easy, baby boy still high tide

Yea and I

I’mma keep it coming, no joke

I ever jam out, fuck a sticky! I’mma poke

I came with blues, tell by my walk like imma loc

It’s no excuse if baby broke and got no hope

I don’t go looking for no Trouble, but got the Drake

My girlfriend can’t go pull a double, but I work late

She ponder leaving she rethink, it’s a mistake

Can’t do yo seconds I got too much on my plate

Ain’t got the slip, lil baby Left Eye he a Lisa

I love the Nina, she love me too, she told me squeeze ha

He ever turn I’ll get him first, I ain’t no Caesar

I’m bout this earn, and she can go if that don’t please ha

That nigga hating on the low, but call me, “Gang!”

Ugh, he fake

It ain’t a theory that I’m gone, I’m ‘bout to BANG

That’s my fate

I can’t do sneak links, told that bitch I do my thang.. in the late

That boy a weak link, stand for nothing, ain’t his range to be great

I’mma get this money, no lie

Begging that bitch? If baby bugging, why try?

Dreading this stick, I think he running, high-five!

Don’t make it easy, baby boy still high tide

Yea and I

I’mma keep it coming, no joke

I ever jam out, fuck a sticky! Imma poke

I came with blues, tell by my walk like imma loc

It’s no excuse if baby broke and got no hope

I’m Jimmy to these niggas, once I c*m I gotta BLAST OFF

Big foot on they neck, I do my stepping like I’m Sasquatch

You ain’t in my future baby, gon’ and take the mask off

You ain’t really banging, you the hype man you the mascot

Paint me as the villain, still gone come up with a bag.. lots

I’m the big bad wolf, so whatchu got up in yo basket?

Came with a tiss’ kit, so we put ‘em in a tasket

Seen me getting money, doing circles trynna trash plots

That nigga hating on the low, but call me, “Gang!”

Ugh, he fake

It ain’t a theory that I’m gone, I’m ‘bout to BANG

That’s my fate

I can’t do sneak links, told that bitch I do my thang.. in the late

That boy a weak link, stand for nothing, ain’t his range to be great

I’mma get this money, no lie

Begging that bitch? If baby bugging, why try?

Dreading this stick, I think he running, high-five!

Don’t make it easy, baby boy still high tide

Yea and I

I’mma keep it coming, no joke

I ever jam out, fuck a sticky! Imma poke

I came with blues, tell by my walk like imma loc

It’s no excuse if baby broke and got no hope

No hope, no hope

Baby ain’t got no hope