[Intro: Cardo]
I swear, if you motherfuckers knew better, you'd do better. On God, n***a (Cardo Got Wings) Y'all n***as swear you fly, you a motherfuckin' lie, got dammit. Bitch-ass n***as know it, though. Ain't nobody seein' BIA, I don't give a fuck who it is. Sia, Lia, Ria, Cria, whatever, n***a. Ain't nobody seein' her. I put a bag on that shit. Fuck you. A bag, ho. You can't even get that. Lil' weak ass. Get back, lil' bitch. Get back, woo

[Chorus]
Cardo still trappin' off a iPad
Screen dead broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep your eyes on your own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin' on my swag
Still nobody, I'd rather be though
Say you been movin' them bricks, still claimin' you the shit
Like, yeah, n***a, we know
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Ho, I got grown women, they feelin' like mini-me's?
Ho, I got my homegirls, that turned into frienemies
Don't fuck with my bad side, don't fuck up my energy
They can't buy no opinions, can't cash checks with the jealousy
Bitch, I feel like Brady, veen fightin' the odds 'cause they hate me
Someone tell 'em that I won
Someone tell 'em I'm the one
Someone tell 'em they should thank me, ayy
Gucci down, Gucci down, only time I'm feelin' snakey
Wipe me down, wipe me down, bitch, I'm wavy like in the navy
Say she don't go both ways, but a bitch'll go gay for Rihanna
Yellow diamonds all on my arm, got me feelin' like Grey Poupon
In the Wraith, in my yard, only place I see stars (Ayy)
On the run from the law, the only way I'm at large
[Chorus]
Cardo still trappin' off a iPad
Screen dead broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep your eyes on your own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin' on my swag
Still nobody, I'd rather be though
Say you been movin' them bricks, still claimin' you the shit
Like, yeah, n***a, we know
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Boy, you ain't no goal for me, you not in my pedigree
So I cannot fuck with you
We ain't got the chemistry, 'cause you just a broke boy
I laugh in the bank like a parody
How you look fake as your diamonds? I can see just by the clarity
I'd rather be rich than famous, 'til they knowin' what my name is
Christian, Chanel is my fragrance, blowin' money, could you blame us?
Still ain't never ever change up, never ever let my reign up
6 rings on my fingers, runnin' L.A. like a Laker (Sheesh)

[Chorus]
Cardo still trappin' off a iPad
Screen dead broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep your eyes on your own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin' on my swag
Still nobody, I'd rather be though
Say you been movin' them bricks, still claimin' you the shit
Like, yeah, n***a, we know
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)
Fuck with me (Ayy), fuck with me (Ayy)