Big paid (Okay)
Big rocks (Okay)
Big straps (Okay)
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah
One-hundred racks got my sad (Damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn)
Fucked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn)
Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (Woo)
I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold
White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (Bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a fuck (Ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (Bitch)
Codeine cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty)
She told her daddy she fuckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs
She told her daddy she fuckin' a thug (A gangster)
Nigga, my juice wet, this shit look (Like)
Blew me a hundred one day, just because (A hundred)
Crip nigga, I'm the big cuz' (Big cuz')
Stuck with my day-ones, we come out that mud (On God)
Can't fuck on no broke bitch, she can't even get a hug (Uh-uh)
Paper Route business, rich niggas, we live it up
Caught me a bomb and I took the whole ticket up
Broke-ass niggas, they ain't even keepin' up (Yessir)
Instagram model, she gon' let me beat it up
Right behind this, she gon' eat all my semen up (Uh-uh)
Send the blitz on your block, watch the car creepin' up
Turned nothin' to somethin', they didn't believe in us (Believe that)
We talkin' 'bout millions, tell me where we meetin' up (We meetin' up)
Mention the gas, on they ass, I'ma keep it up (I'ma keep it up)
Young nigga, take yourself, call the Grim Reaper up
Two-thousand, never done seen her
Turtle with speak water, bitch do the leave (True story)
Feelin' the spot and I'm runnin' through Ps (Runnin' through Ps)
Fuckin' this foreign bitch and she speak Portuguese
Come with that chopper, won't let you get close to me
Servin' up Granny, like fuck an anomaly
We know you a bitch, no, you can't get up under me (Uh-uh)
We fuck up the VIP, but pull up, we a hundred deep (Yeah)
One-hundred racks got my [?] sad (Damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn)
Fucked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn)
Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (Woo)
I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold
White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (Bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a fuck (Ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (Bitch)
Codeine cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty)
She told her daddy she fuckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs (Bandz, yeah)
Fell in love with the chop', ain't no love for no ho' (No)
I'm in the bando, come get her, come (Come on)
I might show you some lil' VV, get tinted more
I'm the lil' nigga on the block
Sellin' grams at the corner store
Now a nigga got a
Hundred bun on me, got my pockets on swole (On swole)
Ice on my neck and my wrist got me froze (Ice, yeah)
Walk out the mansion, I hop in a spaceship (Skrrt)
Play with my gang, bitch, you gon' get a facelift (Baow)
Keep a Drac' on me with a banana clip (Drac')
Got the whole hood behind, I'm a legend like Nip' (Nip')
Blew a black flame, nigga, I'll never flip
I fuck with the Bloods and the Crips (Crips)
I'm colorblind, all my niggas
They shootin' off the rip (Off the hip)
Bankroll in my pocket, got my pants saggy (Saggy)
Big racks in my skinny jeans, make 'em baggy (Baggy)
Fell in love with the chopper, sendin' dope like my daddy (Ayy)
Hood fillin' up, my dope fiend's a crack addict (Yeah)
Hustlers and shooters, we ball like the Mavericks (Ball)
I'm a rockstar, bitch, I've never been average (Rockstar)
I'm a rockstar, bitch, I've never been average (Rockstar)
Trapper, not a rapper, bitch
You know I ain't average (Nah, on gang)
One-hundred racks got my [?] sad (Damn)
Two-hundred rounds inside the G-wagon (Damn)
Fucked her one time and she won't stop braggin' (Damn)
Half a mill' cash, all Andrew Jacksons
Got a project bitch, look like Janet Jackson (Woo)
I got three-tone on, yellow gold, rose gold
White gold, buy my pistol plastic (Yeah, yeah, hey)
I can't stick my dick in her, that bitch a duck (Bitch)
Nigga, you broke, I don't wanna link up (Uh-uh)
I know they hatin', but I don't give a fuck (Ayy)
Might wake up and bando the car, just because (Ayy)
I turn a millionaire bitch to my slut (Bitch)
Codeine cool-aid all in my cup (Dirty)
She told her daddy she fuckin' the plug
Grew up infatuated with drugs