[Chorus]
Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah
Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah
I can't fuck with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding, yeah
Rich n***a on the same thing, all these n***as wanna see me now
Uh, shopping at Neimans now
I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out
I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now
And my bitch know she fucking with a freak, tell her come here and suck on my semen now
N***as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out

[Verse 1]
Really 'bout shit that I sing about
Trappy got a Glock, boaw-boaw, shake his body like it's [?] now
Icеd out, neck freezing now, he's too fake, lеave him out
One thing that my momma hate is, I love drugs
I need to double my dose
Can't forget I sold drugs, in school have Kobe in my coat
Remember watching from the bleachers
But now I ball with no coach
And them n***as ain't helped me out, remember I lost my hope
Now them n***as tryna come around 'cause I'm [?]

[Chorus]
Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah
Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah
I can't fuck with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding, yeah
Rich n***a on the same thing, all these n***as wanna see me now
Uh, shopping at Neimans now
I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out
I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now
And my bitch know she fucking with a freak, tell her come here and suck on my semen now
N***as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out
[Verse 2]
Trappy in the back, got a strap in his lap
If a n***a try play then he letting it clap
Told to promoter I'm bringing this Glock
And he said that I can't [?], no cap
Don't even need it, I'm missing to fighting
You say some dumb, you'll prolly get whacked
Don't run from no n***as, wanna chase all them bitches
If you see me running, I'm chasing the check
[?] first class, it's a fuck it, I put all my bros in the jet
Trappy could be a shooter in two different ways
So you gotta stick to that math
I could be stuck in my ways but I rather stick to a check
'Cause n***as know I'm on this bitch rapping the fuck up
I don't even gotta flex

[Chorus]
Still in my ho things but my ho thinks that I need her, yeah
Big racks, ain't no price check when we buy designers, swipe the Visa, yeah
I can't fuck with no Plain Jane, all my diamonds be blinding, yeah
Rich n***a on the same thing, all these n***as wanna see me now
Uh, shopping at Neimans now
I make me a milli' but I don't think money can cut all my demons out
I had me a dream that I'm finally famous, don't think that I'm dreaming now
And my bitch know she fucking with a freak, tell her come here and suck on my semen now
N***as don't think I'm a gangster because I'm a youngin just wait 'til I bring it out