[Intro]
Yeah, come on man
This shit getting too easy
It ain't on me it's in me man, come on
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hol' on
I'm in saks wit' a strap and a loaf on me
N*ggas wasn't there when I was broke, I was so lonely
And I don't do no new friends, these all lil' homies
Everywhere I fucking go, I got a pole on me
I'm in the booth with a strap on me right now
Bitch you see the bezle on my wrist how you like me now?
Too many hundreds in my jeans, I can't even count
How the fuck you got a BBL and I ain't seen it bounce?

[Verse]
Hoes getting cold outside I brought my heater out
'Member I was 'bout about my bank account, it got me cheesin' now
Hella n*ggas double backing for that feature now
Back bitch bad like Rubi Rose and we eatin' out
And don't be freakin' out
Percy got me tweakin' out
Damn bitch you pretty in the face till I eat you out
I don't wanna hear that talking, put it in your mouth
Remember I ain't had shit I had to figure it out
N*ggas hated on me 'cause they knew that I was him
Took like 30 bands and threw that shit up in the wind
I got hundred shots anytime we in the benz
Bitch, all I got is me, I don't do no friends
N*gga I was born with it
Quick to cut a rat off 'cause we don't condone snitching
N*gga said he'd give him smoke, tell me him bitch come on with it
Bitch, I'm my own man, don't look up to no n*gga
I ain't lying
Keep it on me
I can't be like all these other n*ggas dying
Police asking hella questions better know how to keep quiet
I put a switch up on the glocky and a silencer
Pressing buttons in the Lamborghini, I'm like how this work
Turn this bitch into a nasty bitch I taught her how to squirt
Cashapped her 5,000, told her she ain't got work
Couple group bitches getting naked at my concert
I popped the percy, turned to a monster
I done poured up in so many sprites I need a sponsor
Came a long way from ramen noodles, chimichangas
Since a youngin' I been 'bout a buck like Giannis
Bitch you know that ain't yo' real butt, let's be honest
She said she gone let me fuck, baby promise
She so insecure she going through all of my comments
Bitch I been having money
And that's without a deal
I'm cold-hearted I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel
[Chorus]
Hol' on
I'm in saks wit' a strap and a loaf on me
N*ggas wasn't there when I was broke, I was so lonely
And I don't do no new friends, these all lil' homies
Everywhere I fucking go, I got a pole on me
I'm in the booth with a strap on me right now
Bitch you see the bezle on my wrist how you like me now?
Too many hundreds in my jeans, I can't even count
How the fuck you got a BBL and I ain't seen it bounce?