Verse 1:
I don't want no city girl, I want a bitch from the burbs
I brought 10 in Neiman Marcus, I'm bout to go ahead and splurge
How the fuck you get a gun? Back in school you was a nerd
I don't do no drive-byes, imma walk up to yo curb
I took a 4 to the face, yea I'm sipping while I swerve
I don't hang with broke n***as, they be getting my nerves
Hit yo block by myself, they gone think it was The Purge
You dick sucking n***as wave, boy that shit'll never work
22 on my arm, I might put it on my shirt
22 in the clip but it really hold 30
I ain't never clocked in, gone be there at 7:30
You ain't made enough money to talk to me, you ain't worthy
If I tell em that I'm coming, they gone close the store early
Good bricks in the sky and I ain't talking bout no birdies
Its a light 40 thousand, tell me who the fuck hurting?
I get so much damn money, I can't let no bitch hurt me
Out the window with the choppa, I'll flip yo car over
I just blew 10 thousand boy you tryna work over
You ain't smoking real exotic, I'm telling you they got over
Every time you see me, I swear my bitch a little colder
My n***a good with his wrist, he gone get all the overs
I'm good with my wrist too, I'm rerock til its over
If you tryna make some money, I got like 10 different potions
Got so many bad bitches, I got like 30 different oceans
Bought so much damn Givenchy, they done sent me some more shit
If you take a picture with me, better put it on a poster
Ghetto n***a with some manners, put my cup on a coaster
We was young as hell out here taking guns off yo holster
You a little ass boy, you cannot compete with me
I'm tryna make 100k in 5 days not weeks
Smoove what the fuck you on 650 for a tee
Smoove what the fuck you on 5k for a feature
That little shit you bragging bout that ain't really nothing to me
We'll let off 50 shots and I'll aim it at yo feet
Mix the Wocky with the red man I swear its so sweet
500 for a zip, what I'm smoking ain't cheap