[Chorus]
I'm still that same old n***a
We know you a lame old n***a
Big bullets, you can't save that n***a
Oh you broke? Then say that
Only hating when his fame back
Let that choppa push his fade back
I make more music than Maybach
I’m ready to shoot, just show me where to aim at

[Verse]
I look for the opps but don't know where they face at
'Cause they keep hidin'
Money on me, it's flyin'
Your lil' bitch a dime
Hop in that bad bitch, I'm high
Your bitch bad, I can't lie
Your lil’ strap ain’t even finna prove shit to the guys
I'm back on the pills so I got droops in my eyes
See yo bitch and take off with her, Can’t decide
Introduced her to my Top Kid, now she think she know the guys
Then I laugh at her like, "Ha"
Then I wave at her like, "Bye"

[Chorus]
I'm still that same old n***a
We know you a lame old n***a
Big bullets, you can't save that n***a
Oh you broke? Then say that
Only hating when his fame back
Let that choppa push his fade back
I make more music than Maybach
I’m ready to shoot, just show me where to aim at
I'm still that same old n***a
We know you a lame old n***a
Big bullets, you can't save that n***a
Oh you broke? Then say that
Only hating when his fame back
Let that choppa push his fade back
I make more music than Maybach
I’m ready to shoot, just show me where to aim at