[Intro]
Ballin' out the frame
Trap house jumpin'
Kyle, you made that?

[Verse]
Trap house jumpin', we be ballin' out the frame
I just copped an ounce, I'm 'bout to smoke it all the way
I just copped a crib, your girlfriend got a place to stay
You can't hate the player, boy you gotta hate the, gotta hate the
Whole crew winnin', I don't got no hang arounds
Call my dudes for trouble, I don't gotta bang around
Fuck boy wanna fight me, size 'em up and break him down
Heard some little fuckers stole my style and my sound
In the morning, I be yawnin', with another rapper's shorty
Cup of coffee, she just told me that you're boring
I know you got money, but it doesn't hide the fact that you still fucking corny
Think she gone missing but she by my place
Up in morimoto, butterfly that steak
Hourglass body, can't deny that shape
If she stayin' over she gon' ride back late
Blunts in LA, smoking on a beach
She gon' fuck around and get too high on me
You've been working out to get fly for me
Old school, Nelly, won't you ride with me? Yeah
Sunshine, I be getting money 'til midnight
Love the shit you rock, but what your skin like?
Skating through this life like I'm on thin ice
My woadie rolled a couple of blunts
I'm 'bout to sit there and face it
Think you with a lame, you must've got me mistaken
She could be a model, where the fuck is her agent?
We getting money now baby, fuck being patient
When I'm around the drinks keep pouring, while your bitch go low
I just fucked around and did this shit solo
Every place I travel boy, your bitch gon' go
Backwood with my latte, I'ma sip, I'ma smoke