[Intro]
Hue on the beat!

[Chorus]
I'm like, woah!
Baby I'm jugg rich, I don't need you
As a matter-fact, I just might leave you
How you gone' bite the hand that feed you?
Woah!
These n***as fake, man these n***as see-through
Saying that they proud but they really wanna be you
.762 them bullets gone reach you
Woah!
My n***as totin' them .223s too
Fly in the air, look like a seagull
Off a lil perc, off a 2232
Woah!

[Verse]
I don't even gotta say nun
N***a acting, yeah he tryna play dumb
See the oxy, now she tryna take one
I'm just tryna fuck her face then I'm done
Beat the casе then I'm done
Bad bitches thеy my taste number one
But you fake number one
Roll it up, then we facin' a blunt
Put your face in a blunt
Broke as fuck, you gone fake like you won
In the air, when I'm facing the runtz
I might get my hunna, hunna, hunna, on yo' ass
I just nut up in yo bitch, I guess you gon' be a stepdad
And these n***as just like Make-A-Wish
If you get some money be glad
Now she want a tag in the pic, bitch you not even bad
Bitch you going off sad
And I'm rocking Dior red rag
Got Amiri jeans on my ass
Just suck dick, don't gotta ask
And my gang took yo' shit, get it back!
Pull up, that choppa gon' blast
Please stop flexing with them lil' ass racks
I'm making more money then yo' dad
More money got you mad
More money yes I need more money
But the lil' more money come to fast
Said the lil' more money come to fast
[Chorus]
I'm like, woah!
Baby I'm jugg rich, I don't need you
As a matter-fact, I just might leave you
How you gone' bite the hand that feed you?
Woah!
These n***as fake, man these n***as see-through
Saying that they proud but they really wanna be you
.762 them bullets gone reach you
Woah!
My n***as totin' them .223s too
Fly in the air, look like a seagull
Off a lil perc, off a 2232
Woah!