AI

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] Nothing but shrimp, steak, lobster when I wake up My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up And even though we got the fame, it ain't no changing us If you hating on the gang, then you lame as fuck She love me for the Rollie on my left hand A.I. how I'm balling ain't no question And I want you to know you fucking with a real nigga Pull up molly to her mansion in the hills nigga [Verse 1] See I just count my cake and count my blessings Twenty racks in my face when I'm flexin' I went to full lengths to get the baking soda Had to whip the brick up with my left hand Uncle fronted the work, I had to keep that bag VVS' on the chain, bitch get back back You surprised by the lifestyle, it ain't new to me I popped a Percocet but that ain't usually She had me for the shoes and the jewelry And now I'm in my feelings 'cause she usin' me Why you had to do it baby? No, no, no Gotta go and get it, double cup ain't all my fault [Chorus] Nothing but shrimp, steak, lobster when I wake up My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up And even though we got the fame, it ain't no changing us If you hating on the gang, then you lame as fuck She love me for the Rollie on my left hand A.I. how I'm balling ain't no question And I want you to know you fucking with a real nigga Pull up molly to her mansion in the hills nigga [Verse 2] I'm in and out of soul, she like ooh-ooh-ooh Turned the Tahoe to a full blown room I love the shawty 'cause I know she got my back Bailed me out of jail when I had that strap Young nigga tryna put youngin' on the map Had to get my official on the famous black map Some people didn't like it and some people dig that Big homie told me, "Go" and I went and did that I don't give a fuck, I don't care I'm gettin' to this money, keep your opinion over there We came from the trenches, but yeah, we still down here I just want to run it up with my bitch down there [Chorus] Nothing but shrimp, steak, lobster when I wake up My bitch bad she ain't got to wear make up And even though we got the fame, it ain't no changing us If you hating on the gang, then you lame as fuck She love me for the Rollie on my left hand A.I. how I'm balling ain't no question And I want you to know you fucking with a real nigga Pull up molly to her mansion in the hills nigga