Hold up wait, fuck you hoes is really on?
You know i’m rocking with all of my guys they right or wrong
Say my name in their lyrics imma put ‘em in a song
Imma put ‘em on a shirt
We gon’ turn em into merch
She be keep on talkin crazy we gon’ throw ‘em in the dirt
Imma take em to the top floor and throw em off a perch
She a bird, she gon’ fly I got what she want
Said I never front my moves but I got diamonds in my front
I made it out catch me in traffic like a traffic cone
Millionaire, I watch my money like a Chaperon
Really on, spend a couple help my people out
Money loyalty and gang all I care about
Said i coulda kept it street I took a better route
Hoes be talking shit but fuck it air it out
See you in my comments never see you in the bank
I swear I never care what a pussy n**** think
Said i’m popping out, up the score, imma up some more
N**** talking, real crazy, imma up the pole
Imma ball on they ass, like a give and go
Rolling up getting high, ain’t no living low
You ain’t stunting, getting money what you doin it for
Damn n****, you ain’t on, all my n**** on
Shit go, shit go, shit go
Go, shit go, shit go
Shit go, shit go, shit go
Go, shit go, shit go