We ain't got to prove shit to y'all so all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin' Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cause we ain't stoppin' cause you ain't stoppin'

Learn how to watch your mouth Never leave, never leave, never leave you disappointed Attitude all mad when you talk Let me look at that ass when you walk away All that shit talkin' too often I know just how you act when you want it I know just how you

I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick,

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

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Are the wonders of my world Round my hometown Memories are fresh Are the wonders of this world Shows that we ain't gonna stand shit Shows that we are united Of my world, yeah I've been walking in the same way as I did Missing out the cracks in the

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about me trying to find a way To spread yo shit 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggas need money and I do too That's why

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't