Same nigga breakin´ down hoes left and right (Yeah)
I was countin´ up an M on a private flight (Yeah) All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm) I was fuckin´ up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah) All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah) Even blow up like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah) I´ll drip you down in crystals if I know you´re real (Mwah) How you geekin´ out your body off a pink pill? I caught you lyin´, tell me and I´ll fuck with you still (Damn) So many properties I bought, I´m king of the hill Fuck nigga need to learn his place, ´fore we put ´em in it (Yeah) Steppin´ and swaggin´, I´m runnin´ shit, I might run for senate (Huh)
I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearin´ them coochie cutters (Yeah) Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet) Been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin´ And I fear I didn´t see it, it was just me and Dylan (See) You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive) Grippin´ her hair while she top me´, might give her a concussion (Yeah) I don´t like discussions (Damn), I´m too rich for fussin´ (Exactly) Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bustin´ (Yeah) I ain´t ever cuffin´ (Yeah) If my corner baby die, he psyched out, still (Yeah)
Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah) I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin´ still (Still) It´s old money in my bank that I´m spendin´ still (Yeah) Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin´ shady (Creep) I been beatin´ up that sack like I´m Devin Haney (Beat it) I don´t need a rock friend, I´ma step solo (Facts) I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO I don´t wanna be posted on the blogs, I don´t wanna answer calls I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall I just beat up my wrist, I was duckin´ IRS
I was takin´ that risk, I was takin´ that bitch I was flyin´ Air Drake, so I was takin´ that switch (Brrt) Bitch, yeah They gave me M´s at eighteen, ain´t know what to do (Yeah) I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin´ stupid (Oh) Fell in love with a teller, I don´t know cupid Gotta tell my stepper "No´," ´cause he´ll really do it (Brrt) Anywhere, everywhere, he don´t give a damn Empty the clip, reload the clip, we call it sleight of hand (Yeah) My memory bad, so I´m fuckin´ baby on cam´ (Mhm) Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P to couple M´s (Yeah) That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams
He ain´t no gangster, grew up better than Adonis Graham