[Verse]
Listen, them bullets ain't make it to heaven but you will
Say "What's up?" to your cousin, lil' bitch
Shit that you puttin' out ain't really do well
And she really just making me rich
I'ma be chillin', the money just came in the mail
How in the fuck do we fail?
I got some people that's puttin' it straight to the bail
I put the shit on the scale
Paid shit, I don't break shit, ain't no vacation, I played shit
Made the bitch split what's her location, we all lit
Turn the fucking building out and sell it, uh
I don't think he really fucking get it, uh, yeah, yeah
I ain't really wanna pass the bitch
I ain't need it, you could have the bitch
I ain't really wanna act straight like it's all straight on the passive shit
Outside on that active shit
Outside, let him drop the clip
Green light, get him back, bitch
Black nails like I'm that bitch, yeah
I don't know the kid, he on the pavement, uh
I been workin' this shit out the basement, uh
Only ever stress about the payment, uh
Only time I'm ever losing patience
With your hands out
Like I could give a fuck about the billion plans now
Like anybody wanted you to drop what you had now
You prolly need to take a fucking minute and back out
Pussy, look at who's back now, hah, yeah
I doubt that you wanted this
Way that you been working, it don't feel like you a part of this, yeah
Look who fucking got it, bitch
I just take the thousand of the top and fucking spend it, bitch