Lyrics: Jesus Martinez Jr.
[Intro]
(Cal, this shit pressure, nigga)
Okay, uh
Okay, swap out the plates, sold-out dates, mm, yeah, yeah
Trap out the play, sold-out dates, uh-uh, uh, uh
Swap out theβ pour out that drank, uh, yeah, uh
I pop a Perky, a Perc', pour out that drank, uh-huh
[Verse]
Okay, swap out the plates, sold-out dates
Half a million in cash, I can barely relate
Bitch got head in his head, he a vegetable plate
We hold his bitch up for ransom, don't fall for the bait
Stack up that money, I'm runnin' them millions up, handful I'm spendin' on cars
Yeah, I know bitches who ****in' for fun, I know bitches who ****in' for money, that bitch goin' far
Tryna see what I'm finna buy next 'cause I'm bored
A pocket this truck, baby bought him a Taurus
They gon' kidnap his ass if he thinkin' he hard
He got lapped, tied him up, he ain't makin' no noise
Yeah, APE, we them niggas, them guys, they boys
Gotta work for a bitch why I hate watchin' chores
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, send that ho to my manager
She come 'round me, she get flipped like a coin
They said they hatin' on Baby, why? I made it
The Maybach I bought fifty more than two-eight
The truck deposit cost a four and a baby
Yeah, free bro, still a striker, the strikers is waitin'
My lil' baby, when it's time to lay your head down, be patient, yeah
****, yeah, ****
I'm in the booth recording with the stick in my hand
Label money, send the lawyer a few bands
I be gettin' shit done, I don't do what I can (Yeah)
Crush the molly up and mix it with Xans
We slidin' on your ass if we jump out that van
I'm still sippin' drank, I'm still poppin' pills
How can I stop it for real? Yeah
Crushin' up molly, then sniff off her body
She told me she lovin' the feel, yeah
Told me she lovin' the vibe, she got that swang
And I can tell by the look in her eyes that she got good brain
Yeah, okay, Chicago, Atlanta, Dolce, Gabbana
Christian Dior, Celine, I'm Santa
Louis V scarf with a Fendi bandana
The guitar got a strap like I'm Carlos Santana
Better teach how you preach 'cause I lead by example
That'd be nice, but that ain't how the business get handled
They get pulled over, my dad stuffed the dope in my Pamper
If you wan' know 'bout my life, I just gave you a sample
Started off with a Rolex that wasn't even mine
I tried and tried, I failed too many times
Off my music, know one bitch that's holdin' me down
Yeah, I'ma tell her the truth 'cause she love when I lie
Bitch, I go PJ wherever I want to, I'm flyin'
And you ain't no boss 'til you pay them in 1099s
2016, I been here for a decade at least
It ain't no secret at all, bitch, I been on my grind
I go foreign or not, I got options to drive
I got bitches who **** other bitches for I
I **** with Gio, but you know that C-note my eye
Back and forth with Montana, so I'm on his side
I'm that lil' nigga went broke and got bigger
I'm the one stacked up that cash quicker
I'm the one made these boys rap for real
I'm the reason niggas stuck doin' riddles
Niggas ain't trappin', they man in the middle
Thinkin' it ain't complicated to get 'em
He the one trusted a snake and it bit him
**** it, might as well backdoor kill him
Baby mama post a picture and giggle
Bitch don't need attention from too many niggas
She got tension, gon' repeat, I'm chillin' with Chi-Chi
It shine back on the car, so they can't even see me
I told baby, "Whatever you want, yeah, I got it"
Ooh, and I like when you suck it like that, so don't stop it
Ho, when I play how she play, she get mad and she block me
I'm humble as ****, but I'm comin' back cocky, on God
[Outro]
Bitch
Big Baby, nigga
Hold up