[Intro]
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier
Couldn't be easier...

[Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)]
Fuck n***a better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
(No, no)
All that shit in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
(No, no)
Been killing these n***as so long
This shit feeling like a mismatch
Fuck n***a better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
(No, no)
All that shit in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
(No, no)
Been killing these n***as so long
This shit feeling like a mismatch
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
You would think I speak another language
N***as just don't understand it
I done took shots for the cameras
I done ducked shots when they came for us
It was just me and my n***as
Wasn't nobody else riding
Let a n***a find bodies killer
He gon' put one up inside him
And my eyes still low
Ain't shit change, on my grind still, bro
Got a Summer full of shows
And a phone full of hoes
Cause my life kinda ideal, yo
Ain't the one you wanna try here
You just a rookie in the game and you lookin' at the top tier
And my n***as got no fear
You ain't got enough n***as so you don't go nowhere
I got a crib out in California
I got a three-year old kid so I live out in California
But shit's real out in California
You take a loss, ayy, that's just how it is out in California
But anywhere n***as run up on ya
You better watch yourself, you beat and got yourself
They gon' catch you out of bounds where you not yourself
Be a lesson that you learn, you done taught yourself
The fuck n***as runnin' they mouth
The real ones out getting paper
I'mma hit the studio now
Then go fuck a bitch later
Bad bitch from down south
Cook food with hella good flavor
I'mma get money in pounds
I ain't got time to go save her
[Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)]
Fuck n***a better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
(No, no)
All that shit in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
(No, no)
Been killing these n***as so long
This shit feeling like a mismatch

[Verse 2: Juju Gotti]
[Verse 2]
Fuck n***a stop dapping me off
Unless you talking bout the money
You a duck n***a and you soft
Please stay the fuck from around me
A muthafuckin' lame n***a make me sick
Joker, fuck you and your homies
Talk is cheaper than a bitch
If you a real n***a gotta show me
Back when I didn't have shit
N***as act like they ain't know me
I was sleeping outside by the ditch
All of my potnas got phony
Everybody stop answering their phone
N***a that shit was so lonely
I was scraping up $1.24 for a lil pack of bologna
Now I got the chips with the dip
And all these bitches back on me
Throwing hundreds in the air like Wilt
Cutting n***as off like Tony
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money
N***a turn down your convo
Kush got me like a mummy
Got my shirt off like Tonto
[Hook: Juju Gotti (Wiz Khalifa)]
Fuck n***a better what your tone
All that talking I ain't with that
(No, no)
All that shit in your song
Boy stop you ain't never did that
(No, no)
Your hoe don't wanna go home
All in her stomach like a six pack
(No, no)
Been killing these n***as so long
This shit feeling like a mismatch