[Intro]
(S-S-S-Swish)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Hope your still awake
When I call you
Know it's getting late
Since the comeback (Yeah)
Hope you don't feel a way
Bitch, I'm goin' MIA
She want me to feel the same, 'bout her
If I call you my gang, you gon' get a plate, on God
It don't matter what I say
Lil' bitch, suck my soul away (Yeah)
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Yeah, I got smoke, then we can match it up
In the kitchen with a spatula
I got cash, been coming in like yeah
I got money, crash the fuckin' truck
Just like Madden, n***a you get trucked, yeah
My new bitch, she bad as fuck
It's okay, shit, I'ma fuck it up
Brand new bag, yeah, I'ma fuck it up
Lil' bro went out sad, that n***a fuckin' up
I ain't finna stop this mother fucking grind, 'til my whole gang rich, until we fuckin' up
Hoe just wanna suck me, fuck me all the time
Bitch I just want my money, can't get not enough
N***as they so fake, I could see right through these bitches, what the fuck?
Used to call me lame, now they send them groupie bitches tryna fuck
[Chorus]
Hope your still awake
When I call you
Know it's getting late
Since the comeback (Yeah)
Hope you don't feel a way
Bitch, I'm goin' MIA
She want me to feel the same, 'bout her
If I call you my gang, you gon' get a plate, on God
It don't matter what I say
Lil' bitch, suck my soul away (Yeah)
Huh, huh, huh