[Intro]
Yuh
Yuh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, uh, ayy
Yuh, ayy, ayy
Yuh, uh, ayy

[Verse]
Lupe Goyard and I'm bipolar
The world cold, but my Moncler coat large
Might sit back and get my dick sucked by a freak
She so she, she unique
Backflip off a mattress, snatch a n***a necklace
I'm so versed from rappin', we was trappin'
Now, it's sweet, no, it's not
More money I see, more Glocks
Wanna feed the trap, hey? I'm buyin' blocks
N***as wanna run the block, but can't buy no socks
I been wantin' money since I was knee high
And I got the same kinda gun like T.I
I can't take you out 'cause it's too close to eatin' out
I can't take you out 'cause it's too close to eatin' out
Known fact, known fact
Hey, if you ain't got no money, then you need to back back (That's a fact)
Back back, ayy, give me fifty feet
Fifty feet, ayy, fifty feet, ayy
I fucked your bitch, I'm rеal discreet
AK-47 have 'em hit discreet
Hit 'em down, wе not waitn'
Choppa make 'em dance, Channing Tatum
Can't walk in my shoes, Calvin Cambridge
I'm never goin' broke, on a lame bitch (On a lame bitch)