Lyrics: Diamanté Warren/Dominique Jones/Thomas Sausora Conley, Jr./Samuel Towers
Music: Diamanté Warren/Dominique Jones/Thomas Sausora Conley, Jr./Samuel Towers
Huh, stand on all ten, it ain't a soul that's gon' take from me
Lot of n****s life be fairy tale, they shit be make-believe
If I tell the b***h I'll be right back, yeah, she gon' wait for me
I love model b*****s, ****ed every name from A to Z
Yeah, these n****s got me ****ed up, these n****s got me pissed, huh
How the **** these n****s mad at me 'cause I got rich?
They mad at me 'cause these n****s went broke, and they need fix, huh
They ain't give me nothin', I ain't givin' no grown man shit, huh
These n****s handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them
These little n****s act worser than b*****s
I ain't buy my other b***h a purse in a minute
I ain't take a pretty b***h to Turks in a minute
I ain't put no n***a in a hearse in a minute
I be high as ****, I ain't been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute
Crosses on my pants, l'm a Christian for real
**** a weak b***h, I **** with vixens for real
At the end of it, I stand on business, for real
Thug life, money over b*****s, for real
I know how it feel to beat the streets up (I'm tired)
Bankroll kind of small, gotta beef it up (keep tryin')
It's forever with us, we don't gotta keep in touch (no)
I'll put it on your head, lil' n***a
Keep it up, yeah (keep it up, lil' n***a)
30,000 ones, 30 rounds on me
**** around and make it shower on 'em, make it shower on 'em
Keep on actin' like you havin' motion, you're just in the way
I ain't never too far from this shit, I'm just a flight away
I seen n****s trip and fall, I tie up they shoelaces
Young, fly, lit b***h got rich off suitcases
I ain't slept since my last pill, it seems like five days since
Every time I hold up my wrist, it's a new face, b***h
I shouldn't have got a whip for her, she came to my convention
Now she taxin' these n****s, she give me a commission, uh
Only time these b*****s could get at me is my mentions
Buy it for her, get it tailored, I know her dimensions
She so in love with CC, it's all over her wishlist
They took her to the backroom, I let her get the big shit
These b*****s filled with envy, don't put 'em in your business
I let you go for whatever you want, and she ain't get shit
I'm 800 in on Chrome jeans, camo shorts, and a long sleeve
I'll be gone for a month or two, I'm knockin' off this money
I gotta keep some racks inside my reach, this shit get lonely
My bed big enough for 20 vibes, how the **** this shit been lonely?
Bro taught us get our own shit, my Glock under my armpit
I'm turnin' up with n****s' hoes like I ain't got my own b***h
We took off on an island, both of our phones on silent
Like, **** what you heard about me, you gotta come and try this, baby
These n****s handshakes gettin' weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don't fear them
These little n****s act worser than b*****s
I ain't buy my other b***h a purse in a minute
I ain't take a pretty b***h to Turks in a minute
I ain't put no n***a in a hearse in a minute
I be high as ****, I ain't been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain't been to church in a minute