[Chorus]
I can't play around and that's the truth, baby
Look at all the shit, I got to lose, baby (Yeah)
Pull up in that NASCAR, skrting off this nothing new, baby
In my mind, I'm going too crazy
I see you ain't even got a clue, baby
In the Lam' truck, I'm outside
Pick a fight and blame that shit on you, baby

[Post-Chorus]
I don't even feel no type of way about it
I don't even feel no type of way about it, nah
I don't feel no type of way about it
I don't feel no type of way about it
I just mind my business and I stay up out it
Rather cry alone inside a Bentley truck
Yeah, I just stack my guap and I don't play about it
At the ATM until it's fucking empty, I don't even fucking spend a day without it

[Verse]
Woah, woah
Hit that bitch and I'm airing it out
On the table, lil' Don finna fuck up the club, I won't leave 'til they carry me out
I got Hermès on my vest too, got my shooter with me to the left too
Christian Dior my body, I'm blessed too
Alexander McQueen, getting stepped through
Ask your ho how this shit getting wrecked through
Out of my body, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm high as the lord
In some shit I can't pronounce, I'm not sure I can even hardly go afford
Suicidal, we gon' send his ass to the morgue
New money, new life, everything fast, it's a new Porsche
[Chorus]
I can't play around and that's the truth, baby
Look at all the shit, I got to lose, baby
Pull up in that NASCAR, skrting off this, nothing new, baby
In my mind, I'm going too crazy
I see you ain't even got a clue, baby
In the Lam' truck, I'm outside
Pick a fight and blame that shit on you, baby

[Post-Chorus]
I don't even feel no type of way about it
I don't even feel no type of way about it, nah
I don't feel no type of way about it
I don't feel no type of way about it
I just mind my business and I stay up out it
Rather cry alone inside a Bentley truck
Yeah, I just stack my guap and I don't play about it
At the ATM until it's fucking empty I don't even fucking spend a day without it