And that's you And that's true I really wish I didn't care about you anymore What do I do when the rap-life Make a motherfucker choose up in that fight? Make a young couple do something sad like Being broke up even though we had life It's the hardest

Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ain't worried 'bout nothin' Ridin' round with that work Strapped up with that Nina Got two bad bitches with me Molly and Aquafina Money don't mean nothing Niggas don't feel you when they

I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy

Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly (Fucked around and fell in love with her) And I can't seem to find Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly Put it in my drink, put it in my drink Put it in my drink, you already know

Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche I brought them bottles on bottles I fuck with models on models I'll take that bitch with molly I got the racks on racks Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign Check out my campaign, campaign,

Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Truly rude boy, truly rude Hold up, wait one minute We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes Percocets and molly's make you touch your toe Been in this bitch

Molly, Percocets Fuck it, mask off Chase a check Never chase a bitch Rep the set Gotta rep the set Call it how it is

I said hold on, bro wait, I'ma be fine I just popped a bean yesterday, it was a long night I done did the right drugs, only on the wrong night I was rocking Off-White, tryna have a fun time She gon' eat like lunch time, molly got her on time Fuck niggas

Damn your eyes. I killed a man, they said, so they said. I saw Molly in the crowd, in the crowd. "Damn your eyes." My name is Samuel, Samuel. Well, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall. Yes, my name it is Sam Hall, it is Sam Hall. My name it is Sam Hall an'

This club so packed, these hoes so drunk Ball, ball, ball, ball I gotta bottle, gotta model, gotta molly, gotta blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (This club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt ay okay we walk