[Chorus]
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hate a motherfucker pussy boy, you make me sick
35 hittas, they all pull up with a stick
Wasn't 'posed to make a hundred big but I did
I bought her new Dior but she a off white bitch

[Verse 1]
I might fuck her and her friend back-to-back
Shoutout all my dawgs, rob the plug and smoke his pack
Singing to the opps, man who vocal coaching rats
Who want smoke, got the Glock in the St Laurent bag
I buy my bitch Balenci, 'cause the neck was sensational
I even told my side bitch I need to take a break from you
I even bought a coupe just to ride it to the bank with you
Coffin or a ditch huh, where you wanna take it to?
I put the cuffs on her, now she dropping to her knees
Begging me to nah, I ain't 'bout to say a thing
This the lifestyle of a god damn king
I prayed for this shit, give a fuck what you think

[Chorus]
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hate a motherfucker pussy boy, you make me sick
35 hittas, they all pull up with a stick
Wasn't 'posed to make a hundred big but I did
I bought her new Dior but she a off white bitch
[Verse 2]
I stick the middle finger up, we don't give a fuck no
Pink and purple Benz, same color in my cup no
27 club, but we ain't dying young no
We ain't dying young no no no
I stick the middle finger up, we don't give a fuck no
Pink and purple Benz, same color in my cup no
27 club, but we ain't dying young no
We ain't dying young nooooo

[Chorus]
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hit it big and I ain't coming back
I love that girl but she gimme heart attack
Hate a motherfucker pussy boy, you make me sick
35 hittas, they all pull up with a stick
Wasn't 'posed to make a hundred big but I did
I bought her new Dior but she a off white bitch