Yeah, yeah What time is it right now, nigga? Uh, yeah, yeah Like 8:44 in the morning, nigga Yeah, ayy
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (For real) Stickin´ to the code Stickers on the coupe, I´m still puttin´ rims on (Forgiato) Chain dancin´ like I caught it in the end zone (Ooh)
I ain´t fifty-five, but I´m keepin´ red pole Steppin´, I stand on ´em You rep the brand for me At the top, it get quiet, I thought they was sayin´ somethin´
Even though she got a man, won´t put me in friendzone She addicted to the vibe, say I got her head gone Lately, I been way too busy, put you in my plans though (Mhm) She say she miss my voice, play me through your headphones Best mouth I ever had, I wonder what that head doin´, yeah Now if I take you shoppin´, who gon´ help with the bags? Dodgin´ Lipstick Alley, I´m busy countin´ up cash Ain´t no halfway steppin´, you get the slides with the bag Niggas stab me in my back, man, I grab it and slice they neck Yeah, man down (Yeah, man down) Stayin´ up, I ain´t comin´ down (I ain´t comin´ down)
Count it up, rubber bands, get it (Rubber bands, get it) Stack it up like it´s Jenga and it keep fallin´ down (Go)
You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (You see me) Stickin´ to the code Stickers on the coupe, I´m still puttin´ rims on Chain dancin´ like I caught it in the end zone Yeah What it´s gon´ take for you to see They can´t fuck with me? (They can´t fuck with me) Been doin´ it for a minute and I´m sayin´ that humbly Might be somethin´ to you, but you know it ain´t nothin´ to me
It ain´t nothin´ to me
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) (Thanks for the gift, E)
For real Yeah, you know I´m thuggin´ for sure Pray for your boy They hate that I´m on
Lovin´ you is easy (Easy) Call me when you need me Had a vision, stay strategic Took a risk to feed my people Ain´t no substance in my music what they say, you must ain´t listen
Come around, they stealin´ sauce, man, stay the fuck from out my kitchen Fuck a witness, I was in it I was ridin´, I was with it Stayed the same when I was finished Now it´s Gucci, Louis denim Now it´s groupies takin´ pictures Speedin´ on the road to riches She too trill, she hold my pistol Broke her heart and I can´t fix it Money counter, money counter, it keep goin´ They hop out and get right on you Boy, don´t try to be heroic Team Celine when it be snowin´ Might get wet, you ride this wave Put that hammer to his head, I make him Atlanta Braves Made it through, what can I say? (Say)
Be the boss, you gotta pay They believe it´s addin´ pressure She hit me when she want pleasure I went shoppin´ with the extras Pay a fee, they come and catch you Ain´t too good with writin´ letters Boo, I hope you get the message
For real Yeah, you know I´m thuggin´ for sure Pray for your boy They hate that I´m on So love me some more I´m on drugs ´til they gone Keep it real when I´m wrong (Wrong) Yeah, you know I´m thuggin´ for sure Pray for your boy They hate that I´m on (I´m on)
So love me some more I´m on drugs ´til they gone Keep it real when I´m wrong Keep it real when I´m wrong I´m on drugs ´til they gone