[Intro]
Yeah
If that money coming at my face
Then you know that I'm going for that
And we know that these n***as is lame
So Brodie gon pass the gas
Shordy walking in and she caked up
So I'm coming back for that
Lil homie get out of my face
Lil homie get out of the way

[Hook]
Yeah
If that money coming at my face
Then you know that I'm going for that
And we know that these n***as is lame
So Brodie gon pass the gas
Shordy walking in and she caked up
So I'm coming back for that
Lil homie get out of my face
Lil homie get out of the way
Yeah
And you know I'm not going for those
And she know I'm going for that
You a lame can you get out space
You ain't gеtting no room for that
And you calling my phone "hello?"
Can you leavе me alone with that
I don't really want you no more
I don't really want you like that
[Verse]
I ain't really down with the fake love
I ain't really down with the fake love
I ain't even tryna make up no more
Cause lil shawty you is a faker
Now I'm just tryna get paper
Now I'm just tryna get bape
Smokin that water vapor
Now I'm just tryna get paper
I get money they gon talk talk talk talk to me a lot
Shawty she gon rock rock rock rock with me a lot now
Cause I got guap guap guap guap on me a lot now
Walk now

[Pre-Hook]
She a stan
I said she's a fan
That's why she's calling my phone
Cause she just wanted these bands
But I said no no no no I can't fuck you with that
I get that 4444 and it gon buss at you like that

[Hook]
Yeah
If that money coming at my face
Then you know that I'm going for that
And we know that these n***as is lame
So Brodie gon pass the gas
Shordy walking in and she caked up
So I'm coming back for that
Lil homie get out of my face
Lil homie get out of the way
Yeah
And you know I'm not going for those
And she know I'm going for that
You a lame can you get out space
You ain't getting no room for that
And you calling my phone "hello?"
Can you leave me alone with that
I don't really want you no more
I don't really want you like that
[Verse]
I don't want you no more
I'm tryna go and stack this dough yeah
But if I go on the road
Is you gon stay or is you fold yeah
Counting 5 racks in my hands this a lot but I need more yeah
We gon rock out like band bitches turn up when i;m at the show yeah
Put a lil rack in here
Put a lil rack in here they dead yeah
Can't speak on to much you know this shit way to fay
I feed all my dawgs
When I go up imma split that bread yeah
Spin the block 2 time spray em down
Now that lil boy to wet
I just count these blues
Walk up on me who are you
I'm gon take yo shit
Come right boy like gimme that loot
Play just like a drum
Play just like she was a flute
50 racks they coming in
But this ain't gon be nothing new

[Hook]
Yeah
If that money coming at my face
Then you know that I'm going for that
And we know that these n***as is lame
So Brodie gon pass the gas
Shordy walking in and she caked up
So I'm coming back for that
Lil homie get out of my face
Lil homie get out of the way
Yeah
And you know I'm not going for those
And she know I'm going for that
You a lame can you get out space
You ain't getting no room for that
And you calling my phone "hello?"
Can you leave me alone with that
I don't really want you no more
I don't really want you like that