Love Drugs and Sex A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[Verse 1]
Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though)
I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough)
I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho)
Forty pointers on your ho-ass (Mmh)
How was I suppose to know that (Know that)
Money make you bitches go bad (Go bad)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
Run it up and never go back (Go back)
W's up and you know that (Yeah)
'Member makin' tracks with Kodak
Then we fell a little off-track
I'm a street nigga way before rap
I ain't been the type to name drop
But it's some shit that I can't hold back
I heard a nigga from the same block
Is telling on me, I expose rats
Look I don't really want no beef with no niggas
I don't want no enemies or no niggas
The feds is coming, and they sweepin' on niggas
They gained like seven, took like three of my niggas
Ain't no static, it's just defense on niggas
Go black on black, go Hoodie SZN on niggas
Plaques on plaques, I got thirteen of them, nigga
One day I wanna be a king like I'm Jigga