Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work Strapped up with that Nina Got two bad bitches with me Molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing Niggas don't feel you when they

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

Everywhere that I go now I keep that thing right with me It is because I live foul Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all only back I got niggas all in my face It get serious it ain't no game So I got to keep that thing at my waist Its real, its

I am the gunner (the gunner, the gunner) Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me Ain't no pat down, no ID They know me, that shit obvi Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with

Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said

You niggas not makin' no noise I wanted the 'Rari, no Porsche Jumped right off the porch I was trappin', had to make it a sport I'm back on the court Dexter rich forever, pass him the torch Takin' that bitch if she yours You niggas ain't makin' no noise

Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go