I'm with Sack and Juvie So you gotta bring about three friends Don't flex, don't pretend White coupe, butter pecan Thick bitch, Puerto Rican You know we spin a bin Take you out to Paraguay Or California for the weekend Wash away all of the pain

You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't never gonna let you go That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

That's that G.O.A.T. talk That's that (That's that) G.O.A.T. talk Worldwide nigga, but I'm so South (So South) They say you gotta hear it from the G.O.A.T. mouth (Hey) You ain't know about it, bitch, you know now (You know now) They say you gotta hear it

(I got some issues, I know that, I can't lie) (Yeah) 'Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side ('Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side) (Yeah) I got some issues, I know that, I can't lie I got some issues that I know I can't hide (I got

I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B-E-D, grinding slowly I'ma rain on a bitch Rollie wrist, I'm the shit

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip