[Intro]
Yeah
Fa, fa
[Verse 1]
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shooting out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (ow)
I don't give a fuck, who the K can't hit (pow pow)
She ain't my wife or baby mama, I ain't claimin' (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (bitch)
I ain't Martin Lawrence or Will Smith, bitch (bitch)
This ain't a Porsche, it say Lambo on my wheels, bitch (yuh)
I'm gettin all this bread, I used to steal, bitch (cha-ching)
I ain't ashamed, no comedy you gotta feel this (huh)
Ain't have no choice, it was the hunger I was feelin' (huh)
Nowadays, it's hard to find a real bitch (why)
I give her the gibs, she want the gems (bitch)
I was at Coachella off the stems (yeah)
My words got more worth than diamonds (got em)
I was on the block and David found me
Damn, man you had a choice and you ain't make it (no)
Nowadays, my DMs full of all these hoеs naked (eww)
They all know I madе it (made it), till I got 'em prayin' (prayin)
As-salamu alaykum (woo), I don't fuck with Satan (woo)
Know he always near but he be only pump fakin' (fakin)
But I'm never waitin' (bitch), I ain't got the patience (bitch)
If I got a chance then a young nigga gone take it (lust gang)
You niggas ain't made it, y'all copy and pasting (yeah)
Everything I made, got the ground and niggas shaking (facts)
It ain't real dog, it ain't how you really feel (at all)
I bust down my wrist when Sheck Wes made a milly mill (cha-ching)
Didn't want to but a young nigga had to (had to)
My pain stuck up on the gang like a tattoo (tattoo)
Baby girl gone fuck, yeah that's what that cash do (cash do)
I couldn't beat your baby, I didn't have to (bitch)
I'm spicier than curry (curry)
You know that cash rules (yeah)
Don't know, how many times I coulda (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Fa, fa
[Verse 1]
Yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch), yeah (bitch)
Shooting out the coupe and I ain't aimin' (ow)
I don't give a fuck, who the K can't hit (pow pow)
She ain't my wife or baby mama, I ain't claimin' (no)
I been a bad boy, no obligations (bitch)
I ain't Martin Lawrence or Will Smith, bitch (bitch)
This ain't a Porsche, it say Lambo on my wheels, bitch (yuh)
I'm gettin all this bread, I used to steal, bitch (cha-ching)
I ain't ashamed, no comedy you gotta feel this (huh)
Ain't have no choice, it was the hunger I was feelin' (huh)
Nowadays, it's hard to find a real bitch (why)
I give her the gibs, she want the gems (bitch)
I was at Coachella off the stems (yeah)
My words got more worth than diamonds (got em)
I was on the block and David found me
Damn, man you had a choice and you ain't make it (no)
Nowadays, my DMs full of all these hoеs naked (eww)
They all know I madе it (made it), till I got 'em prayin' (prayin)
As-salamu alaykum (woo), I don't fuck with Satan (woo)
Know he always near but he be only pump fakin' (fakin)
But I'm never waitin' (bitch), I ain't got the patience (bitch)
If I got a chance then a young nigga gone take it (lust gang)
You niggas ain't made it, y'all copy and pasting (yeah)
Everything I made, got the ground and niggas shaking (facts)
It ain't real dog, it ain't how you really feel (at all)
I bust down my wrist when Sheck Wes made a milly mill (cha-ching)
Didn't want to but a young nigga had to (had to)
My pain stuck up on the gang like a tattoo (tattoo)
Baby girl gone fuck, yeah that's what that cash do (cash do)
I couldn't beat your baby, I didn't have to (bitch)
I'm spicier than curry (curry)
You know that cash rules (yeah)
Don't know, how many times I coulda (yeah, yeah)
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