(Shit in the back yard right now)
(Wrong way)
(Shit, I'm shot the right way)
(Yeah)

Don’t give a fuck about no broke bitch
Me and my daughter swing
Phone ring, I need some more licks
I need some more money, don't need no problems from a broke bitch
In they feelings hating on the game, that's how a hoe get
When I’m standing at that stove bitch I use both wrists
Brodie find another charge and he ain't going again
Why the hell you leave yo Glock in the car? You shoulda brought it in
Why the hell'd I leave my scale in the car? I shoulda brought it in
Your homie ain't buying no work so why you brought him in?
Every time that stupid bitch forget me, I'ma dog again
Every time them n***as break the bank, watch them ball again
Inna trap been 74 days, we just gon' hold her hand
Fuck yo feelings, you know my worth, bitch
Fuck that dumbass outfit and yo shirt, bitch (bitch)
Designer on the collar of my shirt, bitch
Just a forty-dollar hoe, that's yo worth bitch

Got four damn bitches, they all tryna work
They spin before, you ain't getting no work
The Glock win, it’s tucked in the shirt
Want me to fuck, need head first
When I wake up count bread first
Four different accounts, they all jumping
I ain’t argue with them, they ain't on nothing
Get off my phone, you don’t want nothing
Whole lotta dope that was sold on my Granny's street
N***a acting like a n***a know him, he a fan to me
These n***a are my kids, I swear I wish they took a "Plan B"
Think about your money, why you think 'bout me?
Only thing I'm thinking now popping another bean

I got a headache, where the fuck my drink at?
This shit new, it ain’t even on the rack
When I shop, they bringing shit from the back
We gon' serve you and get out, and that's that
She ate dick and got out, and that's that
(Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah)