作曲 : Joshua Luellen
[Verse]
Do it from outside, I brought fifty, my Glock got a fifty
Go with your man boy, don't **** if she iffy
You niggas gon' feel it, for real, I ain't sippin'
Ain't non' but some go get this bread what I'm kickin'
I'm stuck with my dawgs, they outside I was pickin'
One be the finest and one be the thickest
Don't play wit' me, I bring out mask with the dickies
Don't argue with niggas that ain't worth my wrist
She told you a lot, she was burblin' on dick
I pray every day for the curses and shit
My young nigga bad and he workin' that stick
She know that he pussy, for sure he a lick
And I'm sayin' this money be makin' 'em sick
Okay you did play but they shot at your wick
And bitch you should know that this bread is my fit
My check goin' up on 'em, double down
These binary AR's with double rounds
Thеy missed wit' the [?] and they run him down
Hе hit me ''Huh, that's how that money sound''
I graduated with no cap and gown
You lyin' for sure, why you cappin' down
This Roley new diamonds a hunnid pounds
I don't know why you wanna start some shit that you know you cannot finish
Hope you get the point, pointers on me nigga, hunnid K baby, each tennis
She got a golden rule, I can't leave if I don't finish
Broke a ho', yeah I'm in the house, gave my ho' all my winnings
Pulled up on them niggas, four hunnid Ferrari truck, okay
Tryna click, gon' get you a shovel and a spot to lay
SUV I did that for night time, I'm in that drop by day
I've been goin' strong since the start, they never dropped my pay
Yeah she got a lil' biddy problem, she screamin' splash her face
I know she lyin' 'bout her lovin' me, how you love the taste
I got a confession for bitches, I sure do hate them laces
I'm goin' every ethnicity, I might jus' make a race
I get a bag first and then I'ma see how her ass work
I'm havin', that shit be my last work
You can't take the trust, so don't ask sir