Nigga callin´ like, "Come home," why you actin´ like the Grinch? (Brrt) Boy, you better watch your tone ´fore I show you how it get
I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday ´cause I´m rich Way too player, I´ll never keep the beef up ´bout some dick (Never)
Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (Buh) Hoes ain´t tryna fight, they swingin´ belts and pullin´ lace (Buh, buh) Let that ho think I forgot, when I catch her, I´ma blank Got these diamonds out the sink, shit water, hit like tank (Water) Bitches think they ballin´, but they really Ja Morant (They ain´t) Like a two-year-old in diapers, walk ´round like my shit don´t stink
Ain´t got time for a ho even when I´m on vacation And I wish a bitch would, roll her up and I´ma face ´em
Wish a nigga would, try to spark somethin´ up, he gon´ get smoked Man, my nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil´ Boat All this off the head, bitch, you can´t name a song I ever wrote I told your bitch that I´m a dog, but she keep callin´ me the GOAT Man, we gettin´ this bread, no, we ain´t fallin´ out about no ho Bitch, I´m a money fiend, if I ain´t gettin´ pape´, then I can´t go Like, "How he bringin´ in that cash so fuckin´ fast?" You niggas slow
My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor
Yeah, he don´t know if he want Latto or big Big Brook, we both cold I been doin´ bitches greasy, this shit jumpin´ off the stove (Damn) I done turned that nigga out, he eatin´ ass and lickin´ toes Y´all be bendin´ over backwards, I don´t choose, I get chose He like, "Baby, what´s your sign?" I say, "I´m a throat GOAT" I sit on his lap like Santa and I tell him what I want Every day, I put it on, hit the ´Gram and strike a pose
Don´t even ask me where I´m at, bitch, I´m always in my tote
Don´t even ask me where I´m at, you know I´m always in my bag I done finally ran it up, man, that´s why all these niggas mad Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad Pull up and I get that fuckin´ cash and then we do the dash
All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or it´s the ass? Took more rappers down than Fani Willis, bitches go out bad
Bring my shit out from the back, I don´t get it off the rack If I catch that nigga cheatin´, then we goin´ tit for tat
This bitch callin´ like, "Come home," why you actin´ like the Grinch? Niggas mad to see us in the game, they sittin´ on the bench Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain´t been broke ever since Nigga, I just woke up to a check and did my money dance
Nigga callin´ like, "Come home," why you actin´ like the Grinch? (Brrt)
Boy, you better watch your tone ´fore I show you how it get I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday ´cause I´m rich Way too player, I´ll never keep the beef up ´bout some dick (Never)