作词 : Christian Todd
作曲 : Christian Todd
Oooh ooh oooh
Mmm yeah yeah yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em
Go crazy
My brother stupid tell him
Don't have no babies
And shoutout cupid
I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless
Said that she gonna play me
But **** it it ain't
Like these b*****s gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and
Watch these b*****s gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin'
b***h cost a Mercedes
My nigga s listen
Do whatever just pay me
Late night we was over
Runnin' on the back street
Great white all you lil'
niggas in the back seat
Baby I'm a trapper
Let me **** you to a fast beat
Boy I'm not a rapper
All you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' b*****s
Wanna about they had me
Everybody from the ****in'
City wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money
Like a mother****in' athlete
Yeah I'm gettin' richer by
The minute try to catch me
Now I got some money
Let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' nigga wanna act cool
Triple S double G'd to the hat too
And you know the sweater cost rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin'
I might **** around and smack you
Catch a nigga walkin'
We gon' whack you jack you
Heard that nigga stallin'
We gon' track you crack you hack you
Zip up that boy then we out
Only thing I won't die for the clout
I don't know what that shit be about
I'm like yeah yeah
On my way to LA in a cloud
With some lame b***h
I ain't left the town
I'm like no no
Ride around with a
Whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking shit straight
Out the pound I'm like yeah yeah
All my big homies proud
I'm like yeah yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em
Go crazy
My brother stupid tell him
Don't have no babies
And shoutout Cupid
I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless
Said that she gonna play me
But **** it it ain't
Like these b*****s gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch
These b*****s gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin'
b***h cost a Mercedes
My nigga s listen
Do whatever just pay me
Late night we was over
Runnin' on the back street
Great White all you
Lil' nigga s in the back seat
Baby I'm a trapper
Let me **** you to fast beat
Boy I'm not a rapper
All you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' b*****s
Wanna about they had me
Everybody from the ****in'
City wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money
Like a mother****in' athlete
Yeah I'm gettin' richer
By the minute try to catch me