[Intro]
Yeah (We gon' be okay), yeah
We gon' be okay, be okay
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh

[Chorus]
In love with the paper, in love with the cash, in love with the hundreds for real
Yeah, I really love me a pretty ho, I got me some honeys for real
Checks comin' in, yeah, by the load, so I'm thumbin' for real
Hoes comin' in, line up by the door
Okay, one of y'all is a ten, the other a ten and one is a four
I'm chillin' with all of my friends, yeah, they in the cut, yeah, I'm with the bros
And yeah, I'ma pour a lil' eight inside of my cup, the fuck is a four?

[Post-Chorus]
My shoes straight out Number (N)ine and Chanel on my bitch toes
Told momma that I got it covered, I don't even care what the rent cost
Just tryna take care of my brothers, they the reason I do this shit though
Stupid ho think I love her but I'm just tryna get my rocks off

[Verse]
Raf—Raf on my kicks, Raf on my denims
He—He on the block, we finna kill him
I—I spot an opp, I—I got a Glock
Chop—Chopper go "grrah," off with his melon
That n***a rat, he tellin'
Fuck school, so bad I can't spell it
Zaza in my blunt, you can smell it
Trap spot, yeah, you know where I dwell in
Rockstar, not a convicted felon (Yeah)
He tryna play with the gang, no
Feel like BK, I'm off where the gang go
Gang go where I go, and I go with the gang go
Game over, you sold, that's how the game go
In the crib with your bitch and my mans like it's BangBros
And I got that stick in my hand, it go "bang," bro
You is not in my rank, so stay up out of my lane, bro
Rich, young bitch, I don't fuck the same hoes
Rich, young n***a, I don't rock the same clothes
Bitch-ass n***a, it's over, that's how the game goes
Bitch-ass n***a, it's over, but we high
He tryna be like us, he wanna be one of the guys
[Chorus]
In love with the paper, in love with the cash, in love with the hundreds for real
Yeah, I really love me a pretty ho, I got me some honeys for real
Checks comin' in, yeah, by the load, so I'm thumbin' for real
Hoes comin' in, line up by the door
Okay, one of y'all is a ten, the other a ten and one is a four
I'm chillin' with all of my friends, yeah, they in the cut, yeah, I'm with the bros
And yeah, I'ma pour a lil' eight inside of my cup, the fuck is a four?

[Post-Chorus]
My shoes straight out Number (N)ine and Chanel on my bitch toes
Told momma that I got it covered, I don't even care what the rent cost
Just tryna take care of my brothers, they the reason I do this shit though
Stupid ho think I love her but I'm just tryna get my rocks off

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah