Just give me twenty, I can make a hundred Showed you how to do it, ain´t my fault if you don´t make no money
A ball of twenties in my pocket lookin´ like an onion Seen that nigga wearin´ a yellow shirt and turned him to a Funyun Chop breathe fire, throw it in the dungeon Lil´ bitch a liar, I can´t even trust her Twenty thousand dollars all twenties, I can´t even tuck it Walk in the jewelry store and spend sixty ´cause I´m on a budget And just made a ten (Ten) Fuck her one night, then I never fuck again (Come on) She ain´t shakin´ ass ´less she do it with her friends I ain´t fuck in a minute, I´m tryna do it off a ten (Bitch) If I ain´t got no ten, then I´ma do it off the Henn´
If you put some dollars on it, I´ma take it off his head (Gone) Double-tap the fft to his face, now he dead All this money in my hands, say she like the way I spread it (Yeah) Yeah, my lil´ ho badder (Yop), pockets unaverage I´ma fuck you one more time, then you gotta go after (Get the fuck on) Yeah, I been seein´ money, nigga, way before rappin´ Movin´ so fast goin´ straight, I can´t go backwards I´m at the door waitin´ for my ´bow package Grab that one with the button ´cause that bitch blow faster Beat her down, then I got a show after I´ma fuck the bitch once, pass to lil´ bro after
Chop hold a hundred, but it´s fifty in it Tryna squeeze a hundred in these skinny denims Pass a nigga bitch to my mans, monkey in the middle I know it feel like the sky is falling when your chicken little Gave the bitch a Perc´, she ate it like a Skittle (Huh?) Drive the whip berserk ´cause this bitch a rental Glock 43 hot pink, but it still´ll kill you Makin´ plays in the drive-thru, meet me at the window
She think she leavin´ with me, but she not (Uh-uh) Bitch, you stayin´ here, but I´m leavin´ with the top If I live the crib, you know I´m leavin´ with my Glock
I ain´t legal with the chop, but it´s illegal or get shot Bitch, I ain´t the two, I´m number one (One) Done walking niggas down, bitch, I´m finna run I need a blood test, I treat these niggas like my son Treat my brother like my lung, need some money, I´m like, "Huh?" Ayy, I need a bad bitch up in the front (Bad) One that got some ass and put on pants, she gotta jump (Sheesh) Bro, you gotta hold it with two hands, ´cause that could jump I got red inside my cup, hundred bands inside the trunk Yeah, I just thought of somethin´ (What?), y´all can´t fuck with me (At all) DistroKid mad, they owe me like a buck-fifty (Fuck ´em)
Keep all hoes around me, that´s ´cause I don´t trust niggas Can´t see the bottom of my drank ´cause my cup different Runnin´ niggas over, the truck lifted Sinning like a Simpson (Uh-huh) Tried to tell them niggas, but they ain´t listen (Naw) The Glock shoot fast, it´s a switchy For all you niggas switchin´ My other gun´ll hit you from a distance (Bitch)
Chop hold a hundred, but it´s fifty in it Tryna squeeze a hundred in these skinny denims Pass a nigga bitch to my mans, monkey in the middle I know it feel like the sky is falling when your chicken little
Gave the bitch a Perc´, she ate it like a Skittle Drive the whip berserk ´cause this bitch a rental Glock 43 hot pink, but it still´ll kill you Makin´ plays in the drive-thru, meet me at the window