[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus]
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
They back it up, never that, bitch, I could bring the cold weather back
She give me head 'cause she know I'm ahead of that
N***a she fuckin' with, he ain't got no dough
Know I'm busy so she tryna run it back
I call the touchdown with the running back
Carry the balls like a running-back

[Verse]
You tryna wife her but we just make fun of that
(Where you at, n***a?) I'm where the money at
That's where the bitches that's tryna tuck tummies at
(Where you at, n***a?) Not wherе the money at
You over thеre where the pussies and dummies at
I'm over here with them n***as might double back
I'm not a thug but I know me some n***as that
Might go to jail so you n***as don't want it, man
I bought a crib and a chain in a pandemic
Got a AMG and not a Panamera
Got a twin-turbo in the hood
Like I'm in the trenches next to Tia and Tamera
Drippin' chlorophyll like I'm sippin' syrup
Fresh up out the salon, I'ma fuck her hair up
Bitch, you know I'm the truth like I fucked a darer
Bitch, you know we the ones they cannot compare to
I might fly to Paris with Westside
And bring me a bitch from the west side
I might fly to Hawaii with n***as from southeast
And my bitch outta Bed-Stuy
Baby-baby, no we don't play
Call up Emma, then bring out the AK
I don't argue with n***as that's sayin' that they hit it first
Bitch, you know that I'm Ray J
Yeah, bitch, I'm sneaky in the streets
So cold, I make it snow like I'm Meechy in the streets
Can't stop, won't stop, Chris and Neefy in the streets
Heard a n***a dropped a dime like he FEFE in the s—, hahaha
[Chorus]
I know a whole lot of nothin'
These n***as be talkin', they frontin'
I got me some money, I got me a crib
Now all of a sudden, I got me new cousins
They pushing buttons
Tryna get out the everyday struggle like Budden
They look for the easiest way so they puttin'
I back up the GT just to stunt on the ones that was frontin'