[Chorus]
No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they used to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

[Verse]
I got 'em sick that they stomach startin' to have it no way
Shittin' on 'em in public like I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters take a seat because I know they can't stand this
They drowned tryin' to ride my wave, they couldn't surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like we ain't gon' hurt no more
I'm healin' from a heartbreak, I done been hurt before
Now everyone around me paid and rockin' Christian Dior
Got everyone in my face like, "When the tape gon' drop?"
Readin' the comments on my page, like when the hate gon' stop?
Shooters hittin' my line like, "When the cake gon' drop?"
Got the key to my city, I got the gates on lock
Eighty-thousand on diamonds that's on a new wrist watch
As long as it's shinin', no it ain't got to tick tock
I fell in love with designer, she really love my drip-drop
I really came from the trenches, that's why I love them grip Glocks
Down on my dick, I ain't have shit so I had to go get it
Pourin' codeine inside my drink so I can handle my feelings
Prayin' to God that it don't rain 'cause I got cracks in my ceiling
Look out my window watchin' J's served in the back of the building
Kind of hard to leave the game, I'm tryin' to stack up a million
It's kind of hard to stack your change when you're constantly givin'
It's kind of hard to kick the drink when day to night you be sippin'
It's kind of hard to leave the streets when that's the life that you livin'
It's kind of hard to maintain when they all in your business
It's kind of hard to switch lanes when they want your position
[Chorus]
No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they used to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

[Outro]
I got 'em sick that they stomach startin' to have it no way
Shittin' on 'em in public like I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters take a seat because I know they can't stand this