[Chorus]
All she wanna do (Do)
Is to get the bag wit' you (You)
Playin' stupid can get you popped
Boy, yeah, I'm that type, got the gun at night
Gettin' the gun on you
Gon' wish we never met, ooh

[Verse 1]
She put her bands up high
She got 'em on her side 'cause they love to steal at night
No matter if it's the AM or PM
She runnin' up the '20s, '50's, '100's, don't matter to them
All-day it's murder she wrote
Got them hands if anybody wanna run the smoke
She can't claim friends
No bummy ass bitches who don't get paid
Money is what she needs the most
She always like, "The drama gettin' old"
What happened to stackin' on the bag? We gettin' grown

[Chorus]
All she wanna do (Do)
Is to get the bag wit' you (You)
Playin' stupid can get you popped
Boy, yeah, I'm that type, got the gun at night (At night)
[Verse 2]
Do nothin' but get paid
Make it rain one day
Better learn your lesson too
Be thankful enough for what you have
'Cause you can lose that too

[Chorus]
All she wanna do (Do, yeah)
Is to get the bag wit' you (You)
Playin' stupid can get you popped
Boy, yeah, I'm that type, got the gun at night
All night, all night