[Intro: The Game]

Yo what’s brackin’
It’s the muthafuckin’ Game
And this shit you bout to hear right now
This shit brazy
Ain’t nothing else fucking with it, trust me
Pharoah, you already know what the vibes is
Locked the fuck in
You heard?

[Chorus: Pharoah Lotto]
Little bitch I’m really him, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
They say I like hugh, Call me Hephner
Came with, two bitches, but I left one
Tell a bitch I’m really heem, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
Ay, It’s a thrill
Bitch chill, Call me Hephner
Came with two bitches but I left one

[Verse 1: Pharoah Lotto]
We could have a 1 night stand, this not a dresser
N***a, go out like a lame ,ooh I could never
L.O.T.T.O them ppl know, it’s the finesser
You just couldn’t be more stupid, and I couldn’t be more clever
I’m up lookin at myself I’m in the mirror, how are you?
Throwin money we stand on the hood, we count it there
Werewolf, we starin at the moon, we howl too
She up trying to spoon, like I was some silverware
I tell her, “Bop drop neck”, like a turtle or a crew
Bitch I’ll pop this bottle, make this shit go everywhere
The money holds its breath baby, all the faces blue
It’s just one of me, I guess these bitches gotta share

[Chorus: Pharoah Lotto]
Little bitch I’m really him, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
They say I like hugh, Call me Hephner
Came with, two bitches, but I left one
Tell a bitch I’m really heem, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
Ay, It’s a thrill
Bitch chill, Call me Hephner
Came with two bitches but I left one

I just put it all in, my dicks an investor
I’m at the atm, I ran it outta order
Bitch it’s a definite, don’t go for “kind of, sort of”
I just bought her Christians
Is she dripping holy water (Uh)
She Impressed, say less
They at my neck, like shoulder problems
Bitch I’m on they head
They left, but the woadey keeps on rhyming, huh
N***as in the front, we make you move, like Frankie Lymon
And these diamonds dancin on my lil’ bitch, keep ginuwinenin’, huh
Sit it on my dick, they watch that shit, that’s perfect timing, huh
When I reminisce about that brain, I get reminders, uh
We could pull up ignorant, in Bentaygas with no mileage, huh
Hop out in some sandals, my bitch look like Pocahontas

[Chorus: Pharoah Lotto]
Little bitch I’m really him, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
They say I like hugh, Call me Hephner
Came with, two bitches, but I left one
Tell a bitch I’m really heem, Big Flexer
Big bills, I’m a fan, a collector
Ay, It’s a thrill
Bitch chill, Call me Hephner
Came with two bitches but I left one