[Intro]
(Outtatown, we never outta money)
(8-808)

[Verse]
You already knew what it was
You already know what it is
Now she wanna fuck, 'cause I'm up
Now she wanna fuck, 'cause I'm lit
I told you, we get high as fuck
I got your bitch off a G6
She fallin' for me, and you fallin' for her
I fuck on these bitches, I can't fall in love, yeah
I fuck on these bitches, I can't fall in love
I don't fuck with these n***as, I give 'em a mug
They askin' me, "Why?" I gave 'em a shrug
He claimin' he gang, but that boy a dub
Talk down on my name, we sendin' 'em slugs
I rock Helmut Lang, I'm swaggin' it up
I fucked on your main, she don't give a fuck about it
These n***as just talk, they ain't 'bout it
They be slippin', they ain't really slidin'
They just in the car, they ain't really riding
I swear, everything I do exotic
I swear, everything I do, these n***as know 'bout it
I go to the bank, I make a deposit
He broke and he stank, yeah, he ain't nobody
I can't remember shit, I was off molly
I'm rollin', I'm rollin', I can't feel my body
These bitches be ho'ing, these bitches be sloppy
For me, yeah, she goin', she empty your pockets
You bought her Chanel and I bought her some Takis
You bought her a bag, I bought her some chips
Either way it go, your bitch gettin' flipped
You still in here, she let me fuck off the rip
FN Five-seveN came with a grip
If it's a problem, shoot him in his lip
Raf Simons shirt, check out my drip
Your bitch a flirt, fuck her, then dip
I don't want her, I want a zip
Shoutout my plug, he get a tip
These n***as be scrubs, these n***as ain't built
They ain't nothin' like us, these n***as ain't real
If it go down, we know you gon' spill
I'm pourin' up lean, I'm crackin' the seal
I'm rollin' up weed, you know I got pills
You ain't high as me, lil' boy, need to chill
I get so high, I cannot feel
I want me a B, I want me some Ms
I'm talkin' 'bout them bills, I'm talkin' 'bout them mills
You procrastinate, and I go for the kill
Anything I want, I get it, for real
I work in this shit like a nine-to-five
I ain't goin' broke as long as I'm alive
Bitch, I'ma be chasin' the racks 'til I die
Fuck it, I'm flippin' these packs 'til I die
Fuck it, I'm breakin' her back 'til I die
Fuck it, I'm countin' these racks 'til I die
Let it stack 'til I die, let that shit multiply
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah