All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, ´cause I´m a player Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy) Playin´ hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil´ girl (Aria) Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo) The whole industry was hatin´, so now I give ´em hell (Ha) Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop ´em by the pairs (It´s Dolph) She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It´s Dolph)
In my city, I´m more important than the fuckin´ mayor (It´s Dolph) Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It´s Dolph) I got your bitch lookin´ for Flippa (Where he at?) I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah) I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah) Quarter milli´ for this Richard (Mille) I had to run up them digits (Run it up) Niggas know that I´m the sickest (For real) Bitches know that I´m the littest Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real) I heard that lil´ nigga from Memphis (Okay) I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay) I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay) Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil´ black nigga with all this fuckin´ paper on me, man What the fuck they mean, man? I can´t go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up
[G Herbo] Bangin´ L´s, swangin´ scales (What?) Shakin´, got residue in my nails (What?) Started gettin´ real money, we bustin´ bales Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh Dropped out of high school Had to start bringin´ my Glock, couldn´t show and tell, uh (Pussy) Big bro got life in the feds Can´t talk on the phone, but he know his will Walked out the trap with a big ol´ bag ´Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin´ on Sunday, that bitch in my hand But I´m sinnin´ in my head, know I´m gon´ prevail, uh If I call her house phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on) I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah) I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I´m hot as hell Shh, you gon´ do some time, niggas probably tell Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will I´m in New York with my nigga Dolph, he rockin´ wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh) I´m rockin´ Christian Dior with a bag full of blues, all black but it´s Prada still (Swerve) I´m in the ´Raq, Benihana, don´t eat at Hamada See opp, he get probably killed (Swerve) Told lil´ bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the ´Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (Shh) I´ll pull up on your home in a Lam´ smokin´ out a sack Arch her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt) I ain´t comin´ with shit but my pipe and a box of mags Twenty on me, that´s my starter pack Gettin´ too much money, we ain´t tryna make arch-rivals You know we spark ride (Bah) I was outside and that´s the reason we won battles Nigga, we weren´t part-time Got a youngin, he only send straight at you (Seen ´em) You ain´t never heard that snake rap? (Go get ´em)
On a nigga head, then we just can´t catch you Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you Ever tried to kill a nigga just ´cause you had to? Leanin´ up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?) Everybody rich as fuck, ain´t nothin´ past due I could go grab a M from my mama pad too Let me see what you gon´ do, we could team-tag two Oh, you ain´t with the shit, have somebody blast you Kel-Tec on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you Have you fillin´ the bag with your fast food (Pussy)