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[Verse 1]
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?
[Verse 2]
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?
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
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
Written by: Katorah Marrero, David Sweeten