[Hook : B Mac]
I took your girlfriend like it was nothin' (Like it was nothin')
She fell in love but I ain't for nothin' (I ain't for nothin')
She wanna call me I answer nothin' (I answer nothin')
I swear to God man that shit was nothin' (That shit was nothin')
I'm out here ballin' like it's just nothin' (Like it's just nothin')
I fuck her once and I never cuffin' (Like it was nothin')
She wanna call me I answer nothin' (I answer nothin')
I swear to God man that shit was nothin' (That shit was nothin')


[Verse 1 : Oktane]
Yeah, uhhh
I came in 30 deep like it was nothin' (Like it's just nothin')
I know you heard of me act like it nothin' (Like it's just nothin')
I hit her sister then I hit her cousin (Like it's just nothin')
It's HS87 right now we bossin' (Like it's just nothin')
Alright I need this party slow-mo
You hatin' baby that's promo
She said "Oktane you that n***a"
Girl tell me something I don't know
Take how much you hate, double that
I still make more than that
I throw your rent like it's just nothin'
It's more make double back drop
Nah, HS87 let’s get it
That’s all we know, that’s all we do
If [?] she's with it
That’s all the dough, and all the crew
When you girl get naked for pictures
So come down and get out my way
Cause them lame n***as feel good in the club
Till I stop the beat just to say

[Hook : B Mac]


[Verse 2 : Price]
One time, Price
She come to my crib I’m never driving (I’m never driving)
She told me dive in, I drown inside it (I drown inside it)
You n***as browsin, my n***as buy it (My n***as buy it)
So many thousands, I’ll buy an island (I’ll buy an island)
I (I) ball (ball) with all the n***as I started with
I take my last call
It’s the same one when you had your daughter
Well n***a just fall back
Or you wanna play tough front page you n***as
Oh you ain’t shot, I taze you n***as
Looking at all of you rappers I raised you n***as
Your new girl is my last one, pipe long as a gas pump
Beat banging like… I'll make her (Touch it, Bring it) Daft Punk
Hs87 who better ? turn it down let me hear
Lower, a little lower
Find me a clique out [?] we kill it
Price !


[Hook : B Mac]

[Verse 3 : Hit-Boy]
Normally the girls be with me, we just fuckin'
I cut her off if she get to fussin
We prolly act [?] I tipped the hostess
For making songs that [?] in they show
Where paper is nothing
It’s that hit boy, that mound sound
That same n***a may bow down
Got beat-beat, talking G shit
Everything I’m on, I be stick
And you know it, you know it
Get the lane out 2-4 it
2-4 it, tell the bank I’m the new owner
The new owner, my account got a few … that means
I’m shitting on all of the n***as that’s stollin' your phone
And you should come home with a G
Drop it and shake I bake it, be just like the song
And you might go home with a G
We fly like week and 2 discounts, call that shit paracel
For the ghetto bitch getting fine head in the bathtub
That’s fresh as hell


[Hook : B Mac]