Walk

They was tryna get me

They was tryna get me out

Like y'all don't know what I'm about

Y'all do it for the clout

The streets like, where you at?

I told **** I'm en-route

I was working at the house, in the school

Sleeping on the couch, tryna figure out

What my next move is

Come move with the movement

I see through you old transparent ****

Who you guys think you fooling?

We billin', billin'

Pinky ring drippin', drippin'

My necklace is jewlin'

Tre-pound got a bark

Park a **** like amusement

No clowns over here

No ha-ha, no amusement

Nah, nah, we ain't losing

Y'all got us confused with them

Other **** over there

Who 'dem? who 'dem?

And I'm hoppin' out the Benz

Givenchy by the lens

I ain't come here for friends

I came here to make money

Save money, then I spend

M.A., where you been?

Don't you do that shit again

You think I give a fuck what hater gotta say about me?

That's exactly what they hate about me

They around me when the sun rise, when the sun's shining

But where the fuck y'all was at when it was cloudy?

Fake ****, please, get the hell from around me

I don't even know why these **** is around me

That was the same **** that doubt me

Louis pack got me bugging out

Louis scarf, gotta thug it out

New chain, had to flood it out

My money never runnin' out

Cut the check, B

Tell them hating ****, cut it out

Where the light at? The blunt is out

Pour me up when my cup is out

Didn't mean to fuck her

She had a cramp, so I rubbed it out

Kick bitches out

Wave bye with my rubber out

You opinion doesn't matter

That's one thing I don't give a fuck about

Dick ridin', ass kissin'

That's something I know nothin' 'bout

E'rybody in the same lane

So I went and took the other route

Baggin' weed at my mother's house

If she knew, she woulda cussed me out

Same black tee, same sweatpants

Oh, well, had to bum it out

Young M.A. this, Young M.A. that

Damn,  ****, what the fuss about?

Now **** just tryna figure out

When the next joint comin' out

Oh, nowadays **** want favors

But if you talk about money

Well, homie, then we can work somethin' out

Louis scarf on my right side

Yeah, ****, that's the right side

Give my blood **** high-fives, high-five

Her eye's chink and her pussy pink like high eyes

Bad chick but that that don't mean

I won't bring her ass right to Popeye's

Two piece and a thigh for you

I ain't payin' if the price high

Get money, act broke

That's the motto I apply by

Never boujie, we on vacay

Pourin' Henny in them Mai Tai's

Never change, I'm still the same

Drinkin' Minute Maid with the hot fries

In the club, in V.I.P. with y'all bitches and my guys

We get money, we don't want beef

Take that beef shit to Five Guys

Start shit, got five guys with five nines

Hit you five times

Extendos on the chopper

**** thought we was carryin' a tripod

**** like, where the hoes at?

My bad, it's where the thots hide

Them lame **** there

It's more poppin' here on my side

Fake **** move left, real **** more clockwise

Blew a check at the jeweler

'Cause I won't wear it, ****, if it's not

Fuckin' mine