Just Left The Hamptons Yo Gotti

[Intro]
Aah, I don't wanna fight
Baby I'm just fine
I don't need you anymore
Man, nigga got 'em
I'ma tell all my lil' niggas, they got to level up
You know what I'm sayin'?
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

[Verse 1]
Billion dollar mind frame (Yeah), hunnid thousand chump change
Gunpowder on my sleeve (Sleeve) and I ain’t been to a gun range
All these diamonds real as me, they certified (Certified)
Ain’t ducking no problems, just identify (Identify)
All these bitches fuck with you, yeah, business-wise (Business-wise)
They say you pay good just to get inside
Nigga, you a trick where I’m from
To a bitch, you a lick where I’m from
You can’t even visit where I’m from
Picture having five hunnid thousand on your arm
One-fifty on your chain, another seventy in your charm
Picture having switches on your gun
Once you pull that trigger, it’s a drum and can’t nobody run
Get away from it
Play with me, you got a date on it (For real)
I tell a bitch to wait on it, bitch, I ain’t your player homies
On another note, I just left The Hamptons
Landed in my city private, me and my accountants
Michael Rubin just inspired me (For real)
All white party, what’s the earning
That I thought getting a hunnid bricks was ill (Well, it is)
Nigga a hunnid mill’ in the crib (Ugh), damn