Yeah
(Can we have the check, please?) Gang-gang
Today, I ain't in the mood, I don't want your pussy, I'm cool
Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list, got a kid with a bitch, he stupid
Niggas slide, just wait, just don't miss him, don't hit when we come back, shoot
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him," nigga, everybody know you a goof
I done popped out, feelin' like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my Louis
Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose-leaf
This eighth came straight from auntie, we pink slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink like a Barbie, I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyoncé
Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid, too high pourin' lean on the jet plane
She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay, free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
Rolls' truck, all brown, that shit stank and my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby and my outfit uppin' the crime rate (us)
Diamonds give a bitch a headache, switchin' lanes, I'm scarin' the bitch
Damn, near tearin' the bitch, me and my bitch, we sharin' the bitch
Uh, I done ran around 50 men, I feel like Ric Flair in this bitch (hoo)
Ain't got a care in this bitch, they up it on me, I'm darin' the bitch
Pretty ass hoe pouring up my drink, I just stared at the bitch
I got seven homes filled with clothes, sauce on the way in this bitch (yeah)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this bitch (uh-huh)
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' bitch (skeet)
Ayy, I never talk shit online, but check it in real life, I'll never struggle again (whoo)
I done helped out my mans, I put my mom in a brand new Benz
Niggas is grown with they bitch, askin' for pics like a fan
You my dawg, I'll do what I can, brand new fishbowl, look like Saran
Not my type, I'ma still smash rich off rap, I still trap
Ain't no pressure, nigga, I'm still relaxed, still slime, still finesse
I'm so rich, when I cheat on my bitch, she still gon' take me back
I can talk that shit but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
Kiss your bitch goodbye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
Gettin' high like Scarface, smokin' dope inside a bubble bath
Many men wish death on me, one button, I can get many men dead
I put you on, I could take you out, get that shit through your head (oh)
RTSU is around the globe, think all these niggas fed (us)
I don't give no fuck, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (ooh)
Like Bam Bam, I went through the flame, I met the bitch at the Bodega (huh)
Took the bitch out to Bottega (huh), big stick on me like Al-Qaeda (slatt)
My brothers keep a hottie, bitch, it's up if you say no questions either
Hope no ho think I need her, I'm still mad at Bieber
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