Out Like That (feat. Big Bank Black)

I'm just a young nigga, don't give a fuck Tryna run these funds up Yo bitch is a hitchhiker 'cus she gotta throw em up Thumbin through a half a mill, look down and fuck my thumb up And I'm a multi-millionaire but Gucci still can't put the bomb up Run up, I'm a gun you down, smoking gangsta out the cloud And if you girlfriend' friend fine I'm a get it down I got faces faces faces, I go to sleep and wake up in foreign places This shit be deep and plus this drive Katrinas crazy Look at depending how it's overpopulated And I done spent so many millions fighting cases It's like they throw food at my mouth, my mama baby I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name Now she tryna trap me with a baby And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I ain't going out Shawty And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I gotta get me some money Oooh ooh ooh Oooh ooh ooh (I gotta get me some money) Oooh ooh ooh Oooh ooh ooh Wheels on set nigga, you know what it is Ain't trippin bout no bitch nigga, penthouse how I live Whoever made this beat nigga, shout out for the kill And they hate that my paint wet when I ride by on the rims And I'm killin these niggas for real For real, for real And I'm telling you like it is I'm here, no deal No leader, no cheer Motherfuck bout no feel And you scared bout them headshots, no gunplay, no kill So if you wanna make it happen faster I got yo main bitch, that pussy fat and it clappin backwards That 1-2 and I got Big Bank Black with me I got my strap with me and I got my ice for the... I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name Now she tryna trap me with a baby And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I ain't going out Shawty And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I gotta get me some money You dead wrong, you dead ass wrong Bitch you know that ain't my baby, Stop texting my phone Got her shoe famous, got designer for this On my grind 24 'cus I gots to kill it Ain't going all bad, but I don't wear flags This mob shit to the death, Godfather father swag These niggas so phony, these niggas so phony Everything around me Gucci, I got rich homies These streets scarred me, could never burn me Homeboy yo mission impossible – tryna rob me Brrea brrea brrea I leave you layin flat You got that whole set edition playin rich but I got a cup full of pain and a blunt full of problems And I'm feeling like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch insane and she tattoed my name Now she tryna trap me with a baby And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I ain't going out Shawty And I ain't going out like that, out like that I ain't going out like that I gotta get me some money