Lyrics: Gabriel Guerra/David Biral/Denzel Baptiste/Stokeley Goulbourne/Cordae Dunston
Music: Gabriel Guerra/David Biral/Denzel Baptiste/Stokeley Goulbourne/Cordae Dunston
Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, little b***h
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Hold on, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my b*****s bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "**** this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I ain't worrie
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
And by any means that's necessary
Designer jeans, my hereditary
I ****ed that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by Februar
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel?
Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill
Uh, watch how I **** it up, get bac
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my b*****s bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib (What'd you say? What'd you say Cordae?)
I said, "**** this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live" (Okay)
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I ain't worrie
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Ayy, ayy, ayy, water)
Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence
Like a navy but your closed eyelids
Feelin' like a menace to Society, I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety
Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here
To make that kind of money,
You gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear)
I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear
Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here, uh, uh, uh
She jackin' my beanstalk, get that?
Golden Goose, had to get your b***h back, uh, uh, uh
You niggas need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh
Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Whoo!)
Keepin' it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh
I'ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em
And how to handle the rock like I'm Jack Black, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh (Get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, I get like I'm paid, babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver
Shit on the p***y, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter
Duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my b*****s bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "**** this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I ain't worrie
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him
**** the police and **** George Zimmerma
Just told M1 heat a new Timberland
Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a m.A.A.d city, no minivan
Love a fat ass, but really, I'm a t***y man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about 50 bands
**** all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Da
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't **** with m
I'm a winner, you a runner up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some niggas off, now I'm sucker-free
My b***h, she so ****ing bad, buy her double C'
Duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handle business
I like my b*****s bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain't hittin' it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "**** this shit, let's head to the mall
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but **** it, nigga, I ain't worrie
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry