[Chorus]

Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you)

I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)

I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)

And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved

Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction

Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction

Bring that ass my way

Come on mama break it down

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I told the hoe I want her bad

Michael cop her back

'Cause I know she like that shit

I told her we could do it in the back

Bend it over poppin' tags

Send her back home in the cab

I'm Billy Jean Jackson bad

I moonwalk on tracks like this

I'm James Brown, Soul Train, 1973 on tracks like this

I rarely get a track like this

Can I get a' amen? Yuh

I'm the great grandson of soul

I'ma big black pot of gold

I know myself, I'm worth more than you know, oh

Switch it up, switch it up

I can get used to this (used to this)

I do what I want, don't live by the rules

I live like a fugitive (a fugitive)

Except for the minor traffic violations

When Polo was becoming cool again

I was a hooligan (hooligan)

Way, way, way, way back

When I thought I should go to school again, mmm

I don't live life with regrets (nah)

I pray for those who pay me no mind

Now pay me in checks! mmm

I just threw that to my lawyer, to lay up with that, mmm

In my circle we keep it one hunnid

You gotta be straight with that

Yeah, yuh, homie I know I done—

[Chorus]

Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you)

I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)

I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)

And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved

Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction

Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction

Bring that ass my way

Come on mama break it down

[Verse 2]

Today I woke up with a purpose

I pray for a perfect day and my old lady in the kitchen

Whippin' up the breakfast, I ate it up like a runnaway slave

'Cause I got some places to be

And focused on I'm making that bread, 'cause I gotta eat

Never woulda let a broke nigga or a woman, come between the money and me, understand what I mean

I'm deep in the cut like a 12 inch blade

I keep one on my side just to keep things safe

Who knows if I'ma live to see tomorrow?

Father, I give you a lot of praise

The way I'm moving got me feeling like everyday these days is a holiday

I could spot a blessing a mile away

I don't give these devils the time of day

When my new shit drop

I swear you smell the boy from like far, far, far away

I throw a little stank on it (ooh)

Then I pour a little drank on it (ahh)

It's a brand new recipe how I mix it up

I mean these days I gotta switch it up

They like, "Yeah, yeah, homie I know you done—"

[Chorus]

Glowed up, grew up, damn dog, you killin' shit (thank you)

I know your mama proud, don't forget why your doin' this (don't forget)

I respect the hustle, if you need the muscle give me a call (brrr)

And if the feds question you, tell them boys I'm not involved

Cuban lean, diamond chain make them turn they head, that's a chain reaction

Big booty, pussy bred, bad boujee bitch, another distraction

Bring that ass my way

Come on mama break it down