I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah Yeah, yeah, I'm gassin', woah You ain't 'bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I'm 'laxin', woah Your bitch is cashin' Guala, guala, guala guala

Told a bitch you motherfucking right Now that’s crazy Now that’s hard Mike WiLL, that’s hard See I ain’t see it like that, that’s hard You hard bruh That’s why, that’s why we been friends for so long bruh That’s why I used to sneak you in the club bruh

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches

Gerald what you so sad for? Why the hell you got the blues? Everybody wanna be in your shoes Everything ain't that bad Name a reason that you got to be mad Man stop acting like a bitch Forgot you're all famous now and rich? Gerald what the fuck is wrong,

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

And it ain't gonna change Living with the aftershock Right now, honey I'm living with the aftershock I don't care about the way that ya treated me And I ain't crying 'bout the love I'm paying for No, I ain't bitching 'bout the things You putting down

Here comes the Reckoning day Don't want no revenge Ain't no pay back time It ain't called getting even I like the way that I make you itch And all the reasons I give you to bitch And how I make you wanna scream in pain And feel your life is just a losing

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

The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick I can't even lie, that bitch so bad, lil mama so thick I'm just tryna fight it off, ain't tryna nut too quick She make me wanna take her,