[Intro: Duffy]
Mad at me, ayy
You know I got hoes, ayy
Huh, ayy, ayy
Let me get in my bag
Shit

[Verse 1: Duffy]
She say she know I got hoes
Don't be mad at me, baby, that's just how the game go
Keep it player or don't play, I don't know what you was told
Bitch, I feel like Terrence Howard, I got hustle and flow
Everybody know my songs, from the block to the Bay
All the baddies in LA be playin' my mixtape
Got some sisters that be gettin' it, couple stripers out of state
I get pape', bae, it's my way or the highway
Told her can you blame me? I'm a ladies' man
Ain't tryna argue with you, I'd rather bе gettin' to the bands
Pick my out-of-town bitch up in a Benz at LAX
OTM rеspected, probably be your best bet
Give them what they ain't expecting, bitch, we young, rich and reckless
Got this lil' ghetto bitch, she stay right on Manchester
Like the blues too heavy, got my ethika showin'
Buyin' bottles, model hoes up in our section, they rollin' (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
From the land, she from my city, it say "424"
LA to the Bay, I got a bitch from the 209s
Want lean or Casamigo? I let you decide
Either way, let me pour it for you, told her, "Open wide" (Told her, "Open wide")
Stomp down, I need the thousands, that's the bottom line (That's the bottom line)
I got toes and you broke, we are not alike
She probably bag ten, that ain't enough, I told her do it twice
Steppin' out too exclusive with it, holdin' all my ice (Holdin' all my ice)
Black trucks, don't fake tough, I'm with all my guys
Shot caller, I'm the one, I've been that all my life
Put it down to Texas, she call in and say, "214"
Fan had the right bag for us, won't do no shows (Shit, for real)
[?] hoes to walk up San Fran to Figure Roll
Fake pieces, punk rocks, fake thugs, we don't condone it
Pull up on my bitch, had her moms from the Eastside
30K stuffed inside the mattress and it's king-sized (King-sized)