I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit

I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way Took my shirt off in the vert

Asian girls everywhere, UCLA I'm on my ballin' each and every day You see me babe? You see me babe? Am I the only one you sleepin' with?" I'm on my ish, call it I watch these haters take they shots like they were alcoholics "What is he wearing? Somebody