[Intro]
Yeah, Double RR
I was taking more tussin, I'm finna crash (More tuss, Brrr)
You go 'gainst the gram, we gon' whack ya (Whack ya)
Bitch, you fucking me good, you gon' get a patek (Patek)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She sucking me good, she goin' Platinum (Bee, Goin' Platinum)

[Verse]
I hang around drug dealers, I hang around real killers (Real Killers)
Baby if you don't go both ways, then I can't fuck with ya' (Can't fuck with ya')
Just tell yo' hoe ass boyfriend, he don't wanna go up with me (Go up with me)
Tell that n***a that ratted on me, he know that it's up wit' me (Up wit' me)
Had the mask up, n***as come pop yo' ass fast as I pop they bum (Yeah, Ha)
Since yo scary ass wanna talk crazy through that phone, you gettin' face-timed (Face, Face)
Tell the stupid bitch get up on her knees, we ain't got time to waste time (Nuh Uh, Nuh Uh)
We gon' stretch his ass, we gon' flip his ass, we ain't even gotta face time (Uh Huh, Nuh Uh)
I'm sippin' on drank in the studio, Roxy got me up, fuckin' on groupie hoes (Yeah)
Had to cut a bitch off 'cause she do the most, and my bank account got a lil' 0 (Yeah)
I don't fuck when I hang around people (Yeh, Yeh, Yeh!)
All of my diamond's, you see through the tint, she suckin' me good it's gettin' close to her rent (Woah, Woah)
She fucked up, I got this lil' bitch off a 10 (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, I fucked around, got this bitch hooked off Roxy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it almost fucked me, my n***a been want rob me
I was the reason he got with his boo
I was the reason you still got ya tool
I was the reason you ain't on the news
Rich as the fuck, and I'm fuckin' the score