I'm on when you on one too
I'll have a couple drinks, a couple blunts too
It's like a hundred of us only one room
But if she got friends, fuck it tell 'em come through
Pop a bottle in a penthouse
Stuntin' like it's my shit
Really it's my friend's house
But fuck who ever did doubt
Headed to the money the road of riches bitch im en route

I did it myself
Give a fuck if you feelin' me, i'm feeling myself
Yeah, I've been on my own dick
Don't listen to the radio I be bumpin' my own shit
And if it ain't the money callin' I'll hang up the phone quick
Yeah, Don't Overthink [?] DOT, a player yes [?] I can not give you TLC
[?] from the East Coast but here's some for the West Side
If you got it in you well then baby lets ride, all about the ass give a fuck about the breast size
Yeah, I see you tryna flex guy, well I am not impressed guy
Cuz where I'm from you come in stuntin' like you somethin' cuz you dress fly, you won't be nothin' the bullets they let fly
But I ain't with the balance, I'd rather hear the music I don't wanna hear the silence


I don't have the rest, please finish this off/correct my current lyrics