See the flick of my wrist What the fuck is that sound Now every time they play this song she say "this is my shit" And I know she know what's up baby this is my shit In my bag now, in my bag now Brought the mac out nigga sat down I got shit I never had

Slim shit, look like Draya Michele I been goin' crazy, givin' 'em hell She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player Connect the dots then I plug up the scale If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair Fuck the law,

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

Bad bitch, super thick Ass real, it's legit Nice face with some tits She ain't tryna be my bitch She just tryna get some dick Lil' shawty with the shits I might fuck her in a whip I might take her on a trip I might fall in love

I'm the shit I know I'm the shit Yeah, I'm super lit If you don't buy me what I want, I'ma throw a fit She the shit Yeah, she super lit She know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want, she gon' throw a fit Nashe, might just pop it on a handstand

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit I'ma do my

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She said she felt the mood right We drunk up off that moonshine We look up at the star lights Ayy, but it don't mean shit if you ain't happy, though And fuck it, let's just see what happens, take a risk, let's take a trip Swervin'

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

Te di banda y te solté, yo te solté Pa'l carajo te mandé, yo te mandé Ella pidió a Yandel (Yeah, this is the Remix) Fifty hundred threads in my linen sheets Look like you missing waking up next to me Staying relevant, stay on this shit I'm focused on