Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand) Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand) I don't want no bitch to fuck fuck with me for free (what's a thousand?) You know a rich nigga can't fuck fuck no ho for free

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck fuck it, the bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

Fuck Fuck what they heard, tell 'em, mind they business If you want it, baby, I'll go and get it Treat it like a pony, the way you ride that shit Know you love a nigga, you ain't gotta hide that shit Get in that pussy and I'm never leavin' with it You a real

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with with me That's just what what gangsters do I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows

I'm an outlaw I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off I never really ever gave a fuck fuck about y'all I got a lot of hits left like a southpaw Without y'all I was right about what what, I was wrong about when Yeah, just copped a mansion and my parents

Obviously you ain't shaking him I see that nigga, I'm slaying him Fuck Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this Ain't tryna be your alternate Fuck Fuck it, you can stay with with him Why the hell you wanna stay with with him? You don't know what what you could be You ain't don't even

Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari Can't fuck fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry I'm too fly, I spread my wings and I'm soaring Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird Wassup Pablo? What's poppin? You got them birds? D-low?

Y'all really can't fuck fuck with us When you see dem boys 'round your way, holla dammit man! (Dammit man!) (Fuck Fuck with us, us, what) (Fuck Fuck With Us, Us, What) Dammit man (Lil Jon), D-D-Dammit man (Pitbull) D-D-Dammit man, D-D-Dammit man When I hit 'em from the back

Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

I, I am confused, fighting myself Wanting to give in, needing your help Skin cold with with fear, feel it when we touch Outside I know you, but inside I'm fucked Can you see it in me, skin cold from touch Each turn confronted with with what I have done You pull me