[Chorus]
Rollie eighteen karat gold like my Cartiers
Got a whip, I got a chain, I guess I'm still a slave
Drinking lean, I got addicted, now I'm pouring drank
I can't never stop grinding, that's just how I'm made
I got two bitches trading places
Bossed up, got a team full of aces
Yeah, I'm the one beating they faces
Can't fuck with that ho if she basic
Last real nigga left in the matrix
Off-White shoes, Maison my laces
Ice all on my neck like a glacier
She got some fat lips, Fantasia

[Verse 1]
Don't fuck with these niggas, they cowards
Can't fuck with these bitches, they corny
I'm smelling like baby powder
I'm fucking that bitch in the morning, yeah
I fucked that bitch for an hour
She sucking it good, performing
I'm stacking that money tall like the towers
Shittin' on niggas, hope you knowing
How you let a trap nigga start hating
I drink the pint, I don't measure what I'm pouring
She was basic, left her name on the board
I'm high and I'm fly, a young nigga soaring
V-Lone how I'm looking at orange
Got a real freak bitch out a foreign
Bought a Porsche, call it Mike Larry
Bought an Audi, call it Martin Lawrence
Hoes chasing me like I got a warrant
Fuck your hundred round form
Bossed up, nigga watch how I'm doin'
Shootin' at these niggas, I'm making a movie
Most of these niggas acting like some groupies
Most of these bitches nothin' but some coochie
I got a need for speed, feeling couped up
Fuck these hoes, I be duck duck goosing
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