[Intro]
(What do you Desire? Bitch, haha)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmmmm, mmmmm
Mmmmm

[Chorus]
She acceptin' all of my flaws
And she mad at me 'cause I missed her call, I was noddin' off
I just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit' a loft
(Yeah, it came wit' a loft)
Really rich, I took the paper route, yeah I swear I feel just like Dolph
If you against us, you already lost
I keep an FN right under my umbrella
We ain't lackin' up in no weather
I mix the Celine but wit' Margiela
Aye, I heard he got jammed up and started tellin'
I'm a lil' jit, most of my n***as, they felons
And probably won't make it to heaven
And it ain't they fault
Thеy just be playin' the cards that they was dеalt
Shit, they can't help it (They can't help it)

[Verse]
I just copped a brand new crib off keepin' it real
I know my bitch and my fans, they hate when I sip if we bein' real, so I'm tryna chill (So I'm tryna chill)
And I'm on my last seal, on my last pill
In the withdraws, shit, it get real
Takin' all these drugs, ain't just for the thrill (Ain't for the thrill)
Hell no, this shit ain't for fun
Young n***a sip for the trend
N***a, no need for a vest, we aim in the head now we go for the win (We go for the win)
[?] now finesse and my lil' n***a droppin' checks
No, I ain't even worried 'bout no rap n***a, I'm tryna flex on my ex (N***a, I'm tryna flex on my ex)
[Bridge]
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(Aye, no I ain't even worried 'bout no rap n***a, I'm tryna flex on my uh)
(Aye, I ain't worried 'bout no rap n***a, I'm tryna flex on my mmm)
(Ain't worried 'bout no rap n***a, I'm tryna flex on my mmm, ha)

[Chorus]
She acceptin' all of my flaws
And she mad at me 'cause I missed her call, I was noddin' off
I just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit' a loft
(Yeah, it came wit' a loft)
Really rich, I took the paper route, yeah I swear I feel just like Dolph
If you against us, you already lost
I keep an FN right under my umbrella
We ain't lackin' up in no weather
I mix the Celine but wit' Margiela
Aye, I heard he got jammed up and started tellin'
I'm a lil' jit, most of my n***as, they felons
And probably won't make it to heaven
And it ain't they fault
They just be playin' the cards that they was dealt
Shit, they can't help it (They can't help it)