If you know, then you know I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know Used to run around with them hoes you must know Now I mess with bitches that I don't even know Rollin' with my G's, screamin' fuck how you feel We no say no names, if you

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy Yeah, VVS the chain When it rains I'm still happy Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up And we get to airing it out, and we

Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch Two big chain, one big chopper Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low How it go? It go, fuck them

Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta,

They say he was a monster from birth, so Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes I suppose O took on the street life Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise Wasn't the school type, I was too cool My agenda wasn't general education, nigga

Bitch I'm rich as fuck, bitch I'm rich as fuck I get 10 Brazilians like I'm Dan Bilzerian I'mma get some sauce, I'mma get some sauce Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck They gon' talk about me, they gon' talk about me They can't walk around

Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit