Watch Me Babyfxce E

[Intro]
(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay)
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce

[Chorus]
Ayy, I really started off with like a hundred dollars
Then a hundred dollars turnt into a hundred thousand
I love the money, but when I got it, it came with like a hundred problems
I'd rather have some problems than bein' broke, dependin' on my mama
In LA, dropped two fours, man, I feel like Mamba
My bitch sweat me, keep callin' my phone, but I don't feel like arguin'
I done made her ass crazy, I ain't use no condom
You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah
You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me
You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga

[Verse]
Pull off the lot with two cars that cost a hun' a piece
Feel like you made it when you count your first dub in cheese
First gun still an open case, the other blick was seized
Still got a Drac', don't think I won't walk you down on feet
Lil'-ass bitch, you a ho, ain't gotta hide from me
I don't even really care that much, you ain't gotta lie to me
Ayy, you need a song with what's-his— nah, he need one with me
Can't even pull these twenties out, they embedded in my jeans
Had to quit that fuckin' job, ain't better than these streams
Pull my rap money out, invested it in lean
Told them niggas outside his crib stretch him if he leave
Pull my car out the driveway, it's the best one on the street
I don't really need no money, don't press me 'bout no feat, huh
Hit a Uey in the street, I left without my heat
Shoot an opp nigga below the waist, can't step without his feet
Caught him sittin' at a red light and left him in his seat
Found a way to make a lil' money and left it on repeat
Thousand-dollar shoes on my feet, the rest this shit was cheap
You might catch me lookin' bummy, I don't give a fuck (At all)
Swear to God, if I reach up in my pocket, it's a fifty tucked (Nigga)
Bought a Scat for a couple months, it cost me fifty-one (Come on)
You seen pullin' up, you already know we got like fifty guns (Nigga)
Niggas flexin' a thousand dollars, we spent that in the club
White Runtz x Cherry Gelato, we put that in our lungs
Ffft, fast dude, we put that on our guns
On the chase in the fast dude, we do that shit for fun
Blicky on me, better watch it (Yop)
All-white buffs, yeah, they cool, but they common (Boring)
You rubber banded five hundred dollars, that shit childish (Lame)
He know I fucked his bitch, so when he seen me, it was awkward (Bitch)
I tell her not to cheat, but I still do it, I'm so toxic (Nigga)
You worried 'bout another niggas' pockets, that's your problem, nigga