[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Look

[Chorus]
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too
No room for my top and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too
No room for my top and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Big flex, my swole up
Double cuppin', I'm poured up
N***as hatin' like hol' up
What's the problem? I'm poured up
Big flex, my swole up
Hard body, they fold up
Shawty say I done glowed up
Double textin' my phone up

[Verse]
Fuck with your boy, I'm the man of the year
I'm not a fan of your peers (No way)
Serve 'em a fate, I'ma hand 'em the shears
He not the man he appears (No way)
Heart of a lion, I'm tramplin' fears
I lovе the man in the mirror (Big facts)
Cry me a rivеr, then stand in the tears
You better stand in the clear
I'm goin' crazy, n***as fugazy
How are they ever gon' fuck with the kid?
Put it on baby, you do not phase me
Boy, I do not give a fuck what you did
Eatin' that kiddy, she stuck to my rear
How can I trust him? He fuck with the pigs
Bro got a Glock and a couple of SIGs
He thinkin' 'bout splitting a couple of wigs
Shawty my DNA all real, n***a
Sweatsuit all Hilfiger
And I ain't even gotta deal wit' ya
If I ain't ever split a beer wit' ya
I got Hennessy and Horchata (Uh-huh)
Baby girl wearing nada (Yeah)
Ass growing from her side-a (Uh-huh)
Back grove and it's Prada (Facts)
Fiji water by the cold glass (Yup)
Grandaddy by the Ziploc
Flex season, I'm road runnin'
I'm stayin' all on my tip-top
Young man with an old mind
So I ain't worried 'bout slight shit
I be up until sunrise
Or stayin' out on my night shift
I got a bottle of bourbon, a bundle of hundreds, I'm jiggy, I'm flexin' a bit
Figured I'd hit it and quit it, I'm busy
I ain't got the minutes for textin' that bitch
Came from the gutter with me and my brother
I'm movin' my mother right out of the city
Bitch, I'm a star, and they know I go hard, so I'm kissing them babies and signin' them titties
Gold blingin' like Chingo (Ayy)
Rockstar like Ringo (Ayy)
Checks comin' in back to back, I'ma line 'em up like bingo (Cha-ching)
Oh, I think that they like me (Yup)
They be all in my wood tip
Not a stain on my white tee
I'm poppin' all of this good shit
[Chorus]
Big flex, my swole up
Double cuppin', I'm poured up
N***as hatin' like hol' up
What's the problem? I'm poured up
Big flex, my swole up
Hard body, they fold up
Shawty say I done gloat up
Double textin' my phone up
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too
No room for my top and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?
Baby girl love my bop and I'm like me too
No room for my top and my babe see-through
Hatin' on the pimp don't stop, shit ain't gon' feed you
I been all on my grind, so why I need you?