[Intro]
A-A-A-A-Ayy, that probably Tago
Ooh,  BearMakeHits

[Chorus]
I  said, "Baby, what you wanna do?"
Head down, sit back
No, and none of these n***as getting next to me
They  can't stop me, no
I'm  cookin' up, I got the recipe
I walk in the spot and they stare at me
They  jealous and they just gon' envy me
All that hatin' shit, that ain't gon' phase me
I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?"
Head down, sit back
No,  and none of these n***as getting next to me
They can't stop me, no
I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe
I walk in the spot and they stare at me
They jealous and they just gon' envy me
All that hatin' shit, that ain't gon' phase me

[Verse 1]
Mall play, mall play, psych, nah, Saks Fifth like all day
Balmain, Balmain, Rafs coming, I just gotta stack my cake
Ballin', Ballin', that's the only reason shawty keep callin'
N***as stallin', if you ain't talkin' money, please stop callin'
Flock at me, I'm gon' flock at you
This ain't a movie, this shit is true
I got all of this money, now what to do?
Remember playing ball just right after school
I stayed away from the gang, gang
It's still the same me in a new fit
Other then that, not a thing changed
I'm dressed in designer, they coolest, yeah
Shawty, she all in my face, now she callin', now she wanna FaceTime
In the stu', I ain't trynna waste no time
Airplane mode, all calls declined
Where were you before the fake came?
I need a Rollie, no plain jane
I'm stackin' it up, gotta maintain
You said you my brother but thing's change
Tay shit fake, your music is trash
I'm stackin', they hatin, I'm gettin' all cash
I'm rockin' Supreme, I'm straight out of Queens
I'm sippin' on Henny, I'm deep in my dreams
That girl is a skeeze, you might as well leave
Now that I'm on, all these bitches fiend
Pursuing my dream, I turn in some money
You can't even see me, that shit is so funny
[Chorus]
I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?"
Head down, sit back
No, and none of these n***as getting next to me
They can't stop me, no
I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe
I walk in the spot and they stare at me
They jealous and they just gon' envy me
All that hatin' shit, that ain't gon' phase me
I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?"
Head down, sit back
No, and none of these n***as getting next to me
They can't stop me, no
I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe
I walk in the spot and they stare at me
They jealous and they just gon' envy me
All that hatin' shit, that ain't gon' phase me

[Verse 2]
I'm fixing my Vans, all of these doughnuts but I'm not a skater
Boy, your bitch is so treesh, yeah
I don't know why you still chase her
Yellow boned, bad bitch
She callin' my phone, yeah, I'll see you later
Pasto, the general, n***as is lyrical
You a bum, so I'm not feelin' you
Rockin' Fords, yeah, they hurtin' my feet
And that shawty a treesh, I bust on her sheets
MBM, yeah, my n***as complete
We chasin' that check and we stackin' that breesh
Double cups, feel like rippin' my jeans
Shawty wildin' off the liquor
Now she forgot she got a n***a
You run up, we pullin' them triggers
N***as be hatin', I really don't care
I'm tryna hit it in less than a year
Shawty annoying, she all in my ear
Hit from the back while I'm pullin' your hair, yeah
Moving like Uzi, that's why all my friends are dead, man
Your bitch she be feenin', she droolin'
Let her fuck her, that's my last chance
Throw that shit back, Fendi attack
My pockets is fat, with a blick in my lap
Get to the breesh, you come from the treesh
Boy, you movin' like a dead man
These n***as is scammin', they really some bums
Boy, you run from the feds man
[Outro]
Pasto, Pasto, yeah
N***as they really some bums, n***as be runnin' from the feds, man