Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

I'm coolin' but I'm booted I got thirty in my tooly I'm so smooth, don't need no lubricant Kodak making movies My lil homie he a foolie I be sticking, I be moving I'm the youngest nigga to do this shit You a lame, want to screw me You a lame that want to

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

This the shit that I live for With the people I'd die for Getting sober for a day, got me feeling too low They tryna make me slow down, tryna tell me how to live I'm about to lose control (lose control) Well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night

Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Man turn this shit up, man Ay Cardi, you got somethin' to say? You got somethin' to say, talk to 'em Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How

This shit is not random This is the anthem Told the world I need everything and some, yeah Two girls that's a tandem Got it all, yeah I'm young, rich, and handsome She gon' do it all for me when them bands come She gon' do all it for me when them bands

He ain't nothing like me, girl I done showed you shit you never seen, girl She don't think that I can change So I switched from a Benz to a Range First class to the jet (Yeah) I got more money than her ex Way more money than her ex And he ain't nothing

These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

How's it goin' down? If it's on 'til we gone then I gots to know now Is you wit' me or what? What type of games are bein' played? A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit I grew weak