Floyd Mayweather (BridgeMix)

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Had to stop writing you back

Too young for a fucking attachment

I'm like a biker with swag

Zippers on my jacket like I'm Michael Jackson

If you put a knife in my back, yeah, I promise this gon' be the fucking last one

I make a hit every track

Everyone I make I say that I got one

Putting the X on the map

You miss your ex and you stay tryna find her

I put the D in her back made a track about it gave it to drama

The face in my Rollie is black

I'ma flood it up whenever the time come

Most of my hoodies are black

I was trapping before I was a rapper

I got off my ass and I ran it up

Last summer my stash was a hundred bucks

Now under the mattress got hundreds tuck

Niggas need classes to study us

I tell her don't front and she back it up

These hundreds is lifting my mattress up

You wifing a thot and she acting up

You niggas be fucking the package up

My jeans are Amiri I swag it up

I got the collection I'm adding up

Flooded the bridge out in Avianne I want you to see where I'm coming from

I want you to see it ain't no one on one

I want you to know I don't give a fuck

I picked up your bitch in a drop top I want you to see her when I pull up

[Verse 2: Don Q]

Lil' bitch

Come and suck a nigga dick, lil' bitch

My groupie love went sky rocket

Extra condoms in my side pocket

She came to the show with her man

She left with the gang while he was outside watching

I put that ho in a Lamb, I'm cutting through lanes, she calling me psychotic

I put a four in a can, I'm tryna stay up off the drink so I drive nodded

I pull up my jacket, it's Rick Owen

My neck freezing and my wrist snowing

You niggas look like lick though

Wassup with that pussy, ya bitch gon' owe me

They know I'm important I don't got to holla I tell my assistant to pick for me

They calling me Jordan my jeweler just make me some rings

I left with like 6 on me

I hear the lies and the rumors, when are you guys gonna do it?

Reach for this watch boy you stupid

Please do not die over music

Hundreds and thousands they come by the hour

We pumped out the housing you wasn't allowed in

Need a rollie just to flood it with diamonds

Need a foreign that gon come with no milage

I got that bag and I ran through it

Come to the field bitch I'm Cam Newton

I bought a chopper that bitch got a stand to it

I jump out the van shooting

They throwing on that don and they ran up them bands to it

I still got them grams moving

20 on diamonds they dance when the hand moving

They told me I can't do it