[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
I'm that n***a, that motherfucking n***a, n***a
I'm that n***a, that motherfucking n***a
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I'm that n***a, that motherfucking n***a, n***a
I'm that n***a, that motherfucking n***a
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

[Verse 1]
You madder than a bitch 'cause a n***a glowed up
I'm in a 'Ventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain't the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? (What the fuck?)

[Interlude]
I'm tired of these broke ass n***as standin' at the table
They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain't buying no bottles
N***a, buy some motherfucking bottles, you broke-ass n***a

[Verse 2]
I can't stand a broke n***a, I can't stand a broke bitch
Five bands, ain't all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I'ma whole boss n***a, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I'm running plays, running plays, I'm running plays
Ain't got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil' bitch, I think I'm Blade
I'm a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don't talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I'm in a daze
No, I'm not a water boy, n***a, I'm in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
N***a
[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, n***a, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
I'm tryna get to the n***as with the bag, I'm tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain't flyin' out shit, n***a

[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain't even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can be the next 50, n***a, take these nine shots
You always got somethin' bad to say, you a hater
You n***as penny pinching, man, I'm itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin', man, your head is corrupt
Get you a n***a like me, bitch, I'm what's up
I just had to take her to brunch, she let me fuck

[Interlude]
You talkin' like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin' it?
N***a, that's your motherfucking homeboy's section, n***a
Talkin' all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin' like a bitch, n***a, put your phone down

[Verse 4]
Came through with a hunnid n***as with me, I'm a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I'm a dog, I'm a lion, I'm a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can't get dirty 'cause you a diva
Lil' Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don't give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn't luck
The war cost money, n***a, get your dollars up
I'm buyin' handguns, choppers and bulletproof trucks
Still standin' ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin' to conclusions
"YG ain't got a bag", Bitch, is you stupid?
[Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin', n***a?
What kinda bitches is you fucking?
I'm a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil' n***a