You dig what I´m saying?
If they all hundreds I´ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn’t enjoy a class
I´ma big old player, I got it from my dad, heyy

Lil´ mama dig what I´m sayin
Keep it funky like an egg and you will never land
All my niggas they don’t play, they all want it bad
My son a boss, he a little bitty motherfucking man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fucking bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fucking bands
He so crazy, I’m not lazy, I want fucking bands yo

I’m a boss, fuck that bitch out on the balcony
I might take a picture and tell ´em to caption this
When I´m done fingering, I need a napkin and shit
Ocho Cinco, yes sir I’m catching it
Catch it, catch catch it, catch it catch it catch it

I´ll take your necklace, I´ll leave you neckless
I might not be cuzzing but I ain’t bluffing
Niggas want problems, it´s not nothing
I´m screaming bring it on like Gabrielle
I’ma real big dog, I don’t kiss and tell, hell
First you want it then second you pale, yeah
Don’t think he quick he pulled up like a snail, oh
Water in his eyes, I let that sucker go
And I forgot to tell her that you were po
I’m not doing a 20 year sentence about you, you a ho

But do you dig what I’m saying?
If they all hundreds I´ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn´t enjoy a class
I´ma big old player, I got it from my dad, yeah

Lil´ mama dig what I’m sayin
Keep it funky like an egg and you will never land
All my niggas they don’t play, they all want it bad
My son a boss, he yellow be, the motherfucking man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fucking bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fucking bands
He so crazy, I’m not lazy, I want fucking bands yo

Yes sir baby, yes sir
Take her nigga, flex her
I burn her while you turning her up
And I got on Chucks but Young Thugga not stuck
Swear, swear swear, I swear I´m slimy
You break a rule on him or her, you get fined nigga

These niggas know I run it up so they don’t try, nigga
I might screw you bitch with my broke pliers, nigga
Hell yeah, all my cars they go fish tail
Hell yeah, I´m YSL ´til I´m dead and pale
Kickin you niggas, getting money slow just like a snail
I told her the mail is how they send them bales
I can never be him but you can wish me well
I came a long way from shopping at clearance sales
She let me come in her hair just like some gel
I’ma real blood I know you smell

And dig what I’m saying?
If they all hundreds I´ma count it fast, yeah
Wanted money, I couldn’t enjoy a class

I´ma big old player, I got it from my dad, yeah
Lil´ mama digg what i’m sayin
Keep it funky like an egg and you will never land
All my niggas they don’t play, they all want it bad
My son a boss, he yellow be, the motherfuckin man
I go crazy, I go brazy for these fucking bands
Fuck a lady, I replace her for these fucking bands
He so crazy, I’m not lazy, I want fucking bands yo