[Intro]
"Go to the, I don't give a fuck if you gotta pick up your kids! Go to the fucking Wendy's dude!"

[Verse 1: OfficialBFree]
Aye, look I ain't tryna waste time
I be with the hoe's that's giving FaceTime
I know she know imma dog on my K-9
I heard them talking bout' the boy through the grape vine
She looking at me like she wanna fuck, I know that
Her ass fat I'm like, "Come here and let me hold that."
Kodak, throwback, know that no man ever showed that they can fuck with golden, boy I got the potion, leave her pussy soaking
Marc told me, I'm getting it
I'm getting money, we getting lit
I'm too legit
Like MC Hammer
She dancing on me
I fucked her after
Oh man, imma young rich n***a
Gold chains, gold grill, go figure
I'm fly as hell, my n***as is fly as well
My girl she in all Chanel
I did it without your help screaming
"STOP HATING! PUSSY BOY STOP HATING!"
And to all the booking agents at my shows tryna book me
I can't do it if you n***as not paying
I ain't got the time nor the patience
Shit, my momma got bills too
Ain't shit free around here
Unless you ass tryna come through
Tell lil momma come and buss it for me
I've been outta town a n***a busy performing and balancing my account like the shit was really important
I told her that, "I'm the boy with the lifestyle."
But the boy become the man when the lights down
Oh your friends bad too, they need a flight out
And we can do whatever, whenever the lights down
Real shit