Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Jenny Lo' with the booty, sit that ass on me Girl, you look good, put that ass on me Push that thing on me Oh, push that thing on me Oh yeah, push that thing on me Yeah, go 'head with your cute ass Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass Let me make it

At least I was good to you I can't make no fucking promises (Cardo Got Wangs) Lifestyle getting out of control Lifestyle getting ludicrous I made a milly in less than a year and I blew that on stupid shit Typed it in like "How to make a milly", I used to

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

You know I'm a high roller Before I was on, fucked on the twins Wake up every day, know that I am blessed Counting up my cake, getting all them checks Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just trying to flex Why you want to hate, you do it the best I'm a high roller

Mo bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce When that shit goes down, the block get loud In your backyard bumpin' while we blazin' out Make it bounce in the motherfuckin' house Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce Bounce in the

Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut your fucking mouth, this life is mine You’re gonna listen to what I say this time Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m so glad that you’re here I’m so glad you crawl this low It’s so sweet how you care I’ll bet you’re ready for

I can't let no fuck fuck niggas round me Money on my mind All the time, all the time Slangin', sellin', niggas tellin' Catchin' feelings, on the low Friends switchin', different women With you every night Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin' That the Lord, take

You don't know What you do to me lately Got you rolling papers, got you rolling papers I got so much love for ya Want you to know How much that I fuck fuck with you, oh Wanna roll one up for ya Want you to come to the back of the club It's a gang thing, it's