[Chorus]

If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that bitch right in her face

I know how to trap, so I ain’t gotta take

All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space

All these hoes on my dick, they begging to fuck

All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud

This shit gone when you get here, so buy this shit now

It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down

Lil’ bitch from Oakland in love with my sound

After this song I'ma go dick her down

I made more a juug than I made from a verse

I made more from a play than I made from a show

I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream

Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine

I had swiping so much I had stop selling green

I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics

I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets

Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM

Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM

Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM

[Verse]

Pulled up to SunTrust and started a new account

Just for a business and merch, I'ma burn it out

You niggas probably don't know what I'm talkin 'bout

I'm finna fill up a PayPal with large amounts

Finessin' at Barneys, I’m coppin’ designer

My bitch, she was faithful, I bought her designer

She got plugs who do hair so she flew out to China

She make her own wigs and that shit look professional

I rather get bags then go buy me a sectional

She gone kill for my dick, she got fatal obsessions

Her plastic went bad and that shit was depressing

These niggas hate that I'm getting them racks

So its a no-brainer, I’m keeping a weapon

I just heard that Nipsey got shot while I'm making this song

I just pray that the nigga get better

You gotta be smart when you servin' the trap

You gotta play chess, you cannot play checkers

Make sure you go get some sticks cause these niggas be dirty

You know that these niggas be jealous

Louboutins on my feet, they just dropped, yeah, the runners

I'm probably gon’ drop my new tape near the summer

I feel like Bin Laden, I feel like Osama

My wrist got them carrots, I feel like I'm Robin

[Chorus]

If Cardi B tried to drug me in a hotel room, I would've shot that bitch right in her face

I know how to trap, so I ain't gotta take

All these bags in the room, gotta clear out some space

All these hoes on my dick, they begging to fuck

All this clientele callin' my phone for some loud

This shit gone when you get here, so buy this shit now

It's a drought, so the ticket, it cannot come down

Lil' bitch from Oakland in love with my sound

After this song I'ma go dick her down

I made more a juug than I made from a verse

I made more from a play than I made from a show

I made more from the swipes than I made from a stream

Count a 50 for lunch everyday, that routine

I had swiping so much I had stop selling green

I had woke up and walked up in Target with 2 different plastics

I hit for a TV a MacBook and several gadgets

Yeah, I pulled to Publix and empty they ATM

Pulled up at Kroger and empty they ATM

Pulled up at BOA and empty they ATM