[Chorus]
She hit me up
I got plans
Left the bank and I did the money dance
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans
Too much guap on me can't fit no rubber band
How you hate on me when you was just a fan?
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans
[VERSE 1]
Who is he?
Get your mans
Keep that heat on me I might just catch a tan
It's only me
Don't need no friends
I ain't counting buddies I be counting bands
(Hey Hey)
Stuffed crust backwoods I be facing that
M3 BM dub I be racing that
Number nine, Margiela I be draped in that
I done made my mind up ain't no changing that
I done ran this guap up, ain't no taking that (yeah)
They been sleep on me too long, ain't no taking naps
You the type to buy a fit then go take it back
I'm the type to buy a fit don't even look at tags
[Chorus]
She hit me up
I got plans
Left the bank and i did the money dance
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans
Too much guap on me can't fit no rubber band
How you hate on me when you was just a fan?
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans
[VERSE 2]
I dont like the way these niggas switch like clothes
We come through with sticks like G.I. Joe
(Yeah)
Walking down the block like fee fi fo
Bad bitches model bitches yeah we like those
They just wanna know what kind of weed I smoke
Stuffed crust russian cream yeah we light those
Please come get your man cause he fucking up the flow
Fuck boys lying niggas yeah we fight those
I don't even think he should keep being a rapper
He should be a firefighter cause he like smoke
I don't even think he should keep being a rapper
He should be comedian cause he like jokes
[Chorus]
She hit me up
I got plans
Left the bank and i did the money dance
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans
Too much guap on me can't fit no rubber band
How you hate on me when you was just a fan
He off coke
He off xans
Get your mans
Get your mans