[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play ​me
But fuck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that bitch cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me

[Chorus]
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast bеat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All thesе lil' bitches wanna talk about they have me
Everybody from the fuckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherfuckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me

[Verse]
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' n***a wanna act cool
Triple S, Double G’d up through the hat too
And you know the sweater costs a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might fuck around and smack you
Catch a n***a walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that n***a stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
All these n***as wanna die for the clout, I don't know what that shit be about
I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in a cloud with some lame bitch, I ain't left the town
I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking shit straight out the pound
I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
My n***as hoopin', I tell 'em go crazy
My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play ​me
But fuck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist, it glisten, that bitch cost a Mercedes
My n***as listen, do whatever, just pay me

[Chorus]
Late night, we was over running on the back street
Great White, all you lil' n***as in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they have me
Everybody from the fuckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherfuckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me