[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
N***as say he fucking with me
I'm the hottest n***a around this motherfucker
You could bet the bet the paint
N***as say they hundred
N***as say they real
Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt

[Verse1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I'm the one that stayed down when a n***a didn't
Fuck you mad at me for
I just had to boss up then I made the move homie like the lease up
Been served the streets this the re-up
If I'm the dope then I'm A1
Hustle took a n***a around Akon
These n***as pussy where your tampon
Damn well you ain't , Acting like you killer
Talking like you gone spray some
Swear to God for the love of me I have them goonies in the hoodie like Trayvon
Kicking shit with an innocent acting bitch knowing damn well she gone fuck some
And we ain't gone make it no more than that
Cause no hoe I ain't the come up
N***as try to make anything sound real
No that ain't how I come up
Bitches out here doing anything for a pill
Yeah like to get drugged up
HD diamonds and they flawless just like a n***a mane bitch
And she been tripping lately
Told her the toilet need me
I'm the shit
[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
N***as say he fucking with me
I'm the hottest n***a around this motherfucker
You could bet the bet the paint
N***as say they hundred
N***as say they real
Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt

[Verse2: MoneyBagg Yo]
What's all the hating about
What's the commotion
You can't be mad cause a young n***a focused
I be to myself cause they be on some more shit
On some one hundred shit mane them n***as there bogus
I'm Stephen Curry ain't a n***a that can hold me
Cuban link and Roley call them dope boy trophies
They was sleep I woke them up like Folgers
You can have that bitch mane I just needed some closure
I just fucked off some bands on my close ones
Going everywhere where they said I couldn't go in
Like a stop sign mane I'm in your hood posted
This the yellow and purp mane I'm sipping that Kobe
In the kitchen mane I got more whips than Toby
Got old bread I'm surprised it ain't molded
Everybody real knowing damn well they ain't
Streets the wrong place to look for love
Yeah you stunting hard
Yeah you sipping mud
Knowing damn well boy you owe the plug
Want to try to do the same shit I'm doing
Knowing damn well you ain't got the cook up
Weed, lean, pills, name the product
Master P nem, I got the hook up
[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Got lames want to be killers
Hoes want to be wise
N***as say he fucking with me
I'm the hottest n***a around this motherfucker
You could bet the bet the paint
N***as say they hundred
N***as say they real
Bitches fake want to marry me but they can't
Say you getting money say you like to stunt
Smoke regular but say it's loud in your blunt