Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

Grind with my brothers 'til we make it out the sticks You a broke nigga, prolly switch up for a bitch I was in the game, you was sittin' on the bench Chillin' with my woes like we came up from the six I don't fuck with girls that be all up in the mix

I think I like her, like her, like her, like her I just took some molly, what else? Got some bitch from Follies with us She gonna fuck the squad, what else? I'mma fuck her broads, what else? Bitch from Pakistan, what up? Ferraris and them Lambs, what

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

I got it big, I know I know, I know I know, I know, I got it big, I know Yeah, haha, yeah shout out to my brothers, turn it up! I put it on rollie, I'm drinkin' straight lean, a bitch is straight feelin' my diamonds I'm rollin' specific, my nigga you

I'm on some shit right now Cash out on a wip Yeah I might fuck a nigga bitch right now Counting grams and stacking Franklin's I'm tryna get rich right now Hey I'm on some shit right now Pull up on that bih like skrt skrt skrt Bitch get in right now Feel

You got me riding on that, riding on that, grinding up in this bitch Banana all in that split, bet them girls can't do you like this You know, you know, you know Love, love, love, love They will never love you babe, like I love you babe Say you'll never

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga