[Intro: Duffy]

Mad at me, ayy

You know I got hoes, ayy

Huh, ayy, ayy

Let me get in my bag

Shit

[Verse 1: Duffy]

She say she know I got hoes

Don't be mad at me, baby, that's just how the game go

Keep it player or don't play, I don't know what you was told

Bitch, I feel like Terrence Howard, I got hustle and flow

Everybody know my songs, from the block to the Bay

All the baddies in LA be playin' my mixtape

Got some sisters that be gettin' it, couple stripers out of state

I get pape', bae, it's my way or the highway

Told her can you blame me? I'm a ladies' man

Ain't tryna argue with you, I'd rather bе gettin' to the bands

Pick my out-of-town bitch up in a Benz at LAX

OTM rеspected, probably be your best bet

Give them what they ain't expecting, bitch, we young, rich and reckless

Got this lil' ghetto bitch, she stay right on Manchester

Like the blues too heavy, got my ethika showin'

Buyin' bottles, model hoes up in our section, they rollin' (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]

From the land, she from my city, it say "424"

LA to the Bay, I got a bitch from the 209s

Want lean or Casamigo? I let you decide

Either way, let me pour it for you, told her, "Open wide" (Told her, "Open wide")

Stomp down, I need the thousands, that's the bottom line (That's the bottom line)

I got toes and you broke, we are not alike

She probably bag ten, that ain't enough, I told her do it twice

Steppin' out too exclusive with it, holdin' all my ice (Holdin' all my ice)

Black trucks, don't fake tough, I'm with all my guys

Shot caller, I'm the one, I've been that all my life

Put it down to Texas, she call in and say, "214"

Fan had the right bag for us, won't do no shows (Shit, for real)

[?] hoes to walk up San Fran to Figure Roll

Fake pieces, punk rocks, fake thugs, we don't condone it

Pull up on my bitch, had her moms from the Eastside

30K stuffed inside the mattress and it's king-sized (King-sized)