Yeah, hit the booth, I turn flame on (Yeah) Hundred on me, no chain on (Woo) Shawty likes what I rap ´bout, I still sing to her like Trey Songz (Ah, ah)
Got the track, she want Aitch on Fuck these rappers, it´s game on At this point, they all know what´s good, I ain´t gotta say where I came from (Let´s go) Ain´t nothin´ to pull up and flex Fuck it, I´m stuck at your necks Man get the pussy and start buyin´ drip for the gyal But won´t get their mum an address (Yeah) Brothers are bummy, I know that they been watchin´ the kid Now, they wanna come play with the best Run up this money, when I get stopped from the pigs, only time that I´m takin´ a rest
Yeah, uh After I fuck on this top model bitch for a hour, the only time I´m takin´ a rest
How many millions a nigga gon´ make in a year is the only time makin´ a guess I don´t give a shit if these motherfuckers hate on a nigga, you know that they hate on the best Got my advance and I went straight to Goldman Sachs, and they told me they can invest Shout out to my dentist, got brothers that´s doin´ life sentence, society call ´em a menace So, I flew out to Manny, a nine-hour flight off a Xanny And Aitch brought me straight to the trenches I spoil my daughter before she can even start callin´ Her diaper bag draped in Givenchy Know music my callin´ My whole life I´m gon´ be ballin´ This shit is not on me, it´s in me
We get them racks fresh off a sack No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black High-level shit where I might get a tat´ And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next Fresh off a jet, hold up the set ´Cause bitch, you don´t know me, so, show me respect More time, he see me, I´m blowin´ a check If you wearin´ a vest, I´ma go for the head (Yeah)
Crazy girl, she my favourite girl, that´s my baby girl It´s Aitch your girl Mr. Take Your Girl, dick might make your world
Backshots on backshots, then turn around and come face me, girl Backshots on backshots, then, then bust a nut and I´m out (Woo) Take her phone ´fore I take her home How can she fuck me for clout? Maybach or your bae´s back? Either way, I´m makin´ them bounce Babygyal with that K cat, you know I´m tryna gain me some pounds Got the pussy on playback, I just like the way that it sounds Just got a coupe and a Jeep, I´m tired of usin´ my feet Get in the back, bill a spliff and I´m lightin´ it up Same thing I do on a beat Pussy, don´t push me, it´s gonna get bumpy
I been on the Henny, I´m drinkin´ it neat Feelin´ all comfy, I been gettin´ the money I´m thinkin´ ´bout dough, you been thinkin´ ´bout me Stack up this paper, I make it and save it for later, I´m takin´ it straight to the bank It could be Canada, Paris, LA, or Dubai, all the ladies go straight for the mank Know what I´m doin´, I ain´t tryna take no advice, I need millis to take an advance Bitch, I´m a rapper, I´m makin´ a slapper I´m not on the internet makin´ a dance
Yeah, ayy, go for the head, we aimin´ to kill You worship these rappers who ain´t even real I got some moves to make You think I was Lizzo the way that I pursue the cake
And you got a rude awakenin´ If you was hatin´, my niggas is cool but patient The tool´s adjacent The chopper, it hit his whole body and have his ass Uzi shakin´ The streets was dry But, fuck it, we wet the whole block up, this Draco a lubrication The crib is new and gated The cars is foreign, the lifestyle is too outrageous Drum case and that sack like, this shit a new formation My nigga got off of probation Fuck the officers apart of the cases Fuck twelve but I copped a Mercedes Just landed in Manchester Middle finger to the opps, not a hand gesture
So many whips, that shit upset my ancestors But, we ball like van Hecke In the tenth grade, I thought that we made it when mama had moved us to Lancaster But, what I get off a show might be reparations, lil´ nigga, and extra
We get them racks fresh off a sack No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black High-level shit where I might get a tat´ And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next Fresh off a jet, hold up the set ´Cause bitch, you don´t know me, so, show me respect More time, he see me, I´m blowin´ a check If you wearin´ a vest, I´ma go for the head