[Chorus]
Fuck on your bitch and I dip (Whoa)
Yeah, you know i’m with the shits (Skrt)
Blow on my dick, make a wish (Huh?)
I don’t got time for your pity, bitch, you know we counting fifties
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
Shawty, yeah, she feeling whitney
No, we ain’t sipping that houston
Baby, we smoking that green (Gelato)
I don’t got time for you hoes
Making money that’s my goal (Bitch)
Shawty, we is on a roll, now we out here on the road
Me and the bro’s, counting them bands
We make that shit in our sleep

[Interlude]
Okay, okay

[Verse]
The fuck is you saying? you was talking all that shit
Stupid lil bitch on my tip (Yuh, Aye)
I’m not tryna make amends (Nope), no, i cannot be your mans
I said “fuck it, let’s be friends” (Huh?)
Now we fucking till the weekend
Gotta keep it to ourselves ‘cause I don’t kiss and tell (Shh)
I’m just tryna make a movie, baby, why is you so moody?
All that green got me droopy, yeah, my vision got me fucked up
But baby, yeah, we on a duty