I'mma do my own shit don't give a **** what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm one call away
War Ready this clip loger than a hallway
Heart cold off this bitch nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my gucci bag
Bitch I Got buku cash
I'm shopping when we move them bags
And yeah we move them bags
Get off my shit lil groupie ass
Get bang and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
Niggas still copying deuces they know we on wave flags
Hit up bow with the mac
And blow yo shit way back
Pulled up met the plug right there on the race track
Pulled off in a foregin oh I know they hate that
She in my business
So I told that bitch stay off my dick
He in his feelings
I guess that cause he broke as a bitch
I go and get it want never ask nobody else for shit
It took a minute
Nowq I'm just two steps from being rich
I thought I was trever cruser
I swear I be on some other shit
Big stick on side of me cooling
He run up I'mma bus this nigga
Yeah all these hoes be choosing
But I never love a bitch
That lil hoe must be stupid if she think I'mma trust the bitch
I'mma do my own shit dont give a **** what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm one call away
War Ready this clip loger than a hallway
Heart cold off this bitch nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my gucci bag
Bitch I Got buku cash
I'm shopping when we move them bags
And yeah we move them bags
Get off my shit lil groupie ass
Get bang and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that