[Verse 1]
Yo, back but I ain't seen you in a minute what's up?
I'm doing fine
Homicidal takers in my grandma house every night
Months, nigga, I can call up
Emirate if I need more time
Watch, Nigga, Baby, where you been at?
Bitch, I'm in my prime
I heard money make the world go round, not me
Out the mud, I'm coolin' with my dawgs, not fleas gang
Perc and drank just stripped me from my fluids; I need an IV
Dropped a diss; ain't make a penny off that bitch
Junkie Mode made three
M's, bitch, fuck a Hellcat I got a kill switch
Think about me way more than my hoes; I need a real bitch
And Yay the only nigga that I trust, we standing twelve to six
Last check got paid for fifty plus the ice; I should have more than this
Not including what I gеt in this bitch, I'm really rich
Not including what I gave Jay, that nigga loyal as shit
Not including what I gave Yay and I'm still paying rеnts
Don't get me started on all these cups, I spill the drank I sip
Hellcat, just as you pulled up, we finna dunk a pint
After the club, we like, "Hey, friend", she let me fuck all night
It's been three years, don't check up on me, bitch, I'm doing alright
I'm high as hell; my bro in jail so I just threw a kite
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Murder that I know, that bitch like 5'4" yeah
Got great aim with that .45 why his eyes closed yeah
Going for it, that's white some white girl bully snort nose yeah, yeah
Estos some emeralds in my grip, it make my gun go
Yeah, fuck being too nice, bitch, fuck being humble
Sometimes I wanna kill that ho but that's my baby mama
Ask how much I made when I woke up How much?
A fucking Honda, racks, nigga
Circle close; I don't gotta watch my back, nigga
Lord, speaking bout my clothes, I wear the same thing Yeah
Bitch, I made a million in the same jeans, yeah
Loyalty what I need, I don't run off cream Yeah
I heard you put sixty on my head, that's my A.P.E rings
Eighty plus for my new peanut, they like, "Dee,"
I'm always at the yo and niggas come up missing
Hand out, pay me when we talk, I don't got time to kick it
Yo' son gon' be here by November, Baby, slide, don't listen
Baby run yo' money up 'cause you stayed down in prison
Baby you the chosen one, stand on all business
Baby you gon' be the one to get us out the trenches
Baby it's nice to see you, how you been? Mind your fucking business Yeah
When I'm down, Peewee call me like he know something
It's 2AM, been in the studio since four-somethig
My lawyer just told the detectives they don't know nothing
Twenty ounce, how many lines you tryna down? Four of 'em
Yeah, I'ma stack that money for my son's son's son
Big ol' choppers, even Glocks, they got drums, drums, drums
A.P.E we big ol' sharks, you niggas pawns, pawns, pawns
Bitch, don't walk off while I'm taking, I ain't done, done, done
Yo, back but I ain't seen you in a minute what's up?
I'm doing fine
Homicidal takers in my grandma house every night
Months, nigga, I can call up
Emirate if I need more time
Watch, Nigga, Baby, where you been at?
Bitch, I'm in my prime
I heard money make the world go round, not me
Out the mud, I'm coolin' with my dawgs, not fleas gang
Perc and drank just stripped me from my fluids; I need an IV
Dropped a diss; ain't make a penny off that bitch
Junkie Mode made three
M's, bitch, fuck a Hellcat I got a kill switch
Think about me way more than my hoes; I need a real bitch
And Yay the only nigga that I trust, we standing twelve to six
Last check got paid for fifty plus the ice; I should have more than this
Not including what I gеt in this bitch, I'm really rich
Not including what I gave Jay, that nigga loyal as shit
Not including what I gave Yay and I'm still paying rеnts
Don't get me started on all these cups, I spill the drank I sip
Hellcat, just as you pulled up, we finna dunk a pint
After the club, we like, "Hey, friend", she let me fuck all night
It's been three years, don't check up on me, bitch, I'm doing alright
I'm high as hell; my bro in jail so I just threw a kite
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Murder that I know, that bitch like 5'4" yeah
Got great aim with that .45 why his eyes closed yeah
Going for it, that's white some white girl bully snort nose yeah, yeah
Estos some emeralds in my grip, it make my gun go
Yeah, fuck being too nice, bitch, fuck being humble
Sometimes I wanna kill that ho but that's my baby mama
Ask how much I made when I woke up How much?
A fucking Honda, racks, nigga
Circle close; I don't gotta watch my back, nigga
Lord, speaking bout my clothes, I wear the same thing Yeah
Bitch, I made a million in the same jeans, yeah
Loyalty what I need, I don't run off cream Yeah
I heard you put sixty on my head, that's my A.P.E rings
Eighty plus for my new peanut, they like, "Dee,"
I'm always at the yo and niggas come up missing
Hand out, pay me when we talk, I don't got time to kick it
Yo' son gon' be here by November, Baby, slide, don't listen
Baby run yo' money up 'cause you stayed down in prison
Baby you the chosen one, stand on all business
Baby you gon' be the one to get us out the trenches
Baby it's nice to see you, how you been? Mind your fucking business Yeah
When I'm down, Peewee call me like he know something
It's 2AM, been in the studio since four-somethig
My lawyer just told the detectives they don't know nothing
Twenty ounce, how many lines you tryna down? Four of 'em
Yeah, I'ma stack that money for my son's son's son
Big ol' choppers, even Glocks, they got drums, drums, drums
A.P.E we big ol' sharks, you niggas pawns, pawns, pawns
Bitch, don't walk off while I'm taking, I ain't done, done, done
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