[Intro]

(Say Breezy)

No cap, ho

I'm in a push-start whip, on God, ain't gotta crank this ho

(Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this ho)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

In the push-start whip, ain't gotta crank it like I'm Soulja (Yeah, yeah)

I been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told ya (On God)

Knock his grills up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars (Woah, woah)

And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch gettin' hot, ice make her colder (Hot, hot)

Took his ho, he say I stole her, for the low, I could've sold her

I don't know if I want plain jane or the bustdown, I'm bipolar (On God)

Codeine got me movin' slower, I get my P's for the lower (Woah, woah, woah)

Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota? Ayy

[Verse 1]

Dice, I'm finna shake somethin' down, think twice before I Drac' somethin' down

I ain't talkin' 'bout no studio when I say lay somethin' down

High, feel like I can't come down, buy, you only sold one pound

Run up in his crib and shut him up, you better not make one sound (On God)

If money the root of all evil, I'm a demon

Share the ho, we double teamin'

L4L, they know the meaning (Yeah)

A nigga say he caught me with no fye, he must be dreamin' (On God)

I pull it out and nut up in her eye and left her creamin' (Ayy)

Pop shit with no agenda (Woah), ice on me like it's winter (Woah)

I stay up in the house, send killers out like Master Splinter (Oh)

With bad hoes in the Sprinter (On God)

Logo, I'm in the center (Yeah)

They copy what I do, move how I move just like a printer, ayy

[Chorus]

In the push-start whip, ain't gotta crank it like I'm Soulja

I been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told ya (On God)

Knock his grills up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars (Woah)

And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch gettin' hot, ice make her colder

Took his ho, he say I stole her, for the low, I could've sold her (Say Breezy)

I don't know if I want plain jane or the bustdown, I'm bipolar (On God)

Codeine got me movin' slower, I get my P's for the lower

Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota? Ayy (Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this ho)

[Verse 2]

Ayy, we havin' plenty

I can't ride, your car ain't tinted (Nope)

You won't never see me hurt about no ho, I got too many (Never, never)

Can't come short, need every penny

Switch to sport, this bitch a hemi (On God)

I'm a rich young nigga, touch six figures and I'm only twenty, ayy

Bitch, don't ask me for no ID (Nope)

I'm the point, run plays like Kyrie

Need a white rich bitch like Kylie

Try somethin' safe before you try me

Ain't no games like it's a bye week

I'm locked in, you can't untie me

Serve for high, but what I buy cheap (Uh)

Ain't get paid, you can't come by me (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]

In the push-start whip, ain't gotta crank it like I'm Soulja

I been said that we the largest, now we lit, I thought I told ya (On God)

Knock his grills up out his mouth, only thing he got left is molars (Go, go)

And I'm somewhere that you not, my bitch gettin' hot, ice make her colder (Woah)

Took his ho, he say I stole her, for the low, I could've sold her

I don't know if I want plain jane or the bustdown, I'm bipolar

Codeine got me movin' slower, I get my P's for the lower

Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota? Yeah

[Outro]

Woah

Would you? Ayy

Would you rather cry up in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota? On God

Loaded, uh-huh

Would you cry in a Rolls or cry in a Toyota?

(Say Breezy)

Loaded, yeah

(Brian produced this bitch and you know I ate this ho)