Flame On Aitch & Cordae

[Verse 1: Aitch]
Yeah, hit the booth, I turn flame on (Yeah)
Hundred on me, no chain on (Woo)
Shawty likes what I rap 'bout, I still sing to her like Trey Songz (Ah, ah)
Got the track, she want Aitch on
Fuck these rappers, it's game on
At this point, they all know what's good, I ain't gotta say where I came from (Let's go)
Ain't nothin' to pull up and flex
Fuck it, I'm stuck at your necks
Man get the pussy and start buyin' drip for the gyal
But won't get their mum an address (Yeah)
Brothers are bummy, I know that they been watchin' the kid
Now, they wanna come play with the best
Run up this money, when I get stopped from thе pigs, only time that I'm takin' a rest

[Verse 2: Cordae]
Yeah, uh
Aftеr I fuck on this top model bitch for a hour, the only time I'm takin' a rest
How many millions a nigga gon' make in a year is the only time makin' a guess
I don't give a shit if these motherfuckers hate on a nigga, you know that they hate on the best
Got my advance and I went straight to Goldman Sachs, and they told me they can invest
Shout out to my dentist, got brothers that's doin' life sentence, society call 'em a menace
So, I flew out to Manny, a nine-hour flight off a Xanny
And Aitch brought me straight to the trenches
I spoil my daughter before she can even start callin'
Her diaper bag draped in Givenchy
Know music my callin'
My whole life I'm gon' be ballin'
This shit is not on me, it's in me