[Chorus]
I don't know why you text my phone, I ain't even wreck the bitch
N***a I don't want your hoe, I swear to god I'll buy your bitch
I feel in love with money and these sticks, on some gangster shit
I swear this chopper skate, how it hit it's gon' kickflip
I'm who they want, swear to god I feel like Lil Flip
Yeah, don't blow my phone if you ain't callin' about some money shit
Smokin' on this strong, yeah, we rollin' up your partner dem'

[Verse]
No we don't fuck with them, ball, yeah, above the rim
I'm droppin' bags and leavin' stains, n***a this some normal shit
I swear to god I'm so damn fresh, a n***a on some manic shit
Yeah, I got all these sticks, yeah, I can't go likе Tip
No I can't go for that, n***a I can't go for shit
Needa' worry about your fuckin' money, not no fuckin' bitch
I get that n***a still, I ain't worried bout' shit
4-5's and chopsticks, thе same shit we hit your block with
Swear to god these n***as lame as fuck, they are not it
We just got the load, spin, then we drop shit
[?] look like fuckin' hockey sticks
I'm who they want, I swear to god I feel like Lil Flip

[Chorus]
I don't know why you text my phone, I ain't even wreck the bitch
N***a I don't want your hoe, I swear to god I'll buy your bitch
I feel in love with money and these sticks, on some gangster shit
I swear this chopper skate, how it hit it's gon' kickflip
I'm who they want, swear to god I feel like Lil Flip
Yeah, don't blow my phone if you ain't callin' about some money shit
Smokin' on this strong, yeah, we rollin' up your partner dem'
[Outro]
We don't fuck with them