She know the dollars I came with
So she yelling at me “make it rain” on her
She wanna go on a date
But I had told her that I do not take numbers
When I be pulling this wallet out
Y’all gone get running
You n***as gone take cover
I seen a couple of girls
That was out on the floor
That I think imma make mothers
N***as can never be stopped
Cause I be coming in sharp as a cake cutter
Women be calling me soft
But they mistaken, that just be the shae butter
Whеn I stomp into the yard
Feel like a giant, I feel like thе 8th wonder
Feel like your head must be filled up
With different prescriptions
You can’t see my day coming
All in my face, uhh you irrelevant
You can find me in the cut with the Bella Twins
I get pulled over, they don’t see no evidence
Swear the fuck n***a just hated the melanin
I wanna race all on the interstate
Know she gon take balls to the chin today
I blow a eighth up, thats some lemonade
N***as be coming cold as the Himalayas
Did it from scratch
I got some witnesses, they could attest
Did it so I get my name on a plaque
Nobody died, but Im wearing all black
Swear that the crew looking more like a pack
Out here for years so we got it down pat
Studio hype for the night
With some reruns of Family Guy
I got my bands up
I don’t put that shit on camera
Said I’m “too damn rough.”
Said its something she can handle
I got on camo
Pulling strings like its a banjo, aye
Im on a damn roll
Said that I be on a damn roll

I know her body be speaking my language
You know that I keep the whip painted
My blunts are assorted in flavor
A stoner thats too dedicated
Im smoking until I look asian
I do that on several occasions
Im more Helen Keller with all of these n***as
I can’t hear a word that you saying
Im on a tantrum, telling these n***as to back up
I got your boo and she tryna masseuse
And she giving me back rubs
I got some money I got in my suit
That you don’t gotta ask bout
I got a girl and she know what it do
Cause she chill with her ass out
I hope my exes be seeing my income
If you wan’ go, can your friends come?
I been out swerving that Benzo
I bought a crib for the kin folk
Told her if you like the necklace
Then come to the crib cause I got me like ten more
I got smoke up out the window
Cops gonna see it, we still roll
I got my bands up
So I hope you got your hands out baby
And imma make it go rain in the club
Don’t think its a hand out baby
I got some diamonds, whatever you want
Its nothing to ask bout baby
I got some dollars I made in a month
I was planning to cash out baby
I got my bands up
I don’t put that shit on camera
Said I’m “too damn rough.”
Said its something she can handle
I got on camo
Pulling strings like its a banjo, aye
Im on a damn roll
Said that I be on a damn roll