I shine, I shine, now the hate froze Watching from the outside Sometimes I don't let go Niggas mad 'cause they all hoes Niggas mad ’cause they all hoes Shawty wanna swallow up the meat, oh, I Sometimes I don’t let go (Ayy) Watching from the outside, ayy

I might go fuck up these bands (ayy) I do this shit 'cause I can (yeah) I just took care of my fam (ayy) Thought this was always the plan (yeah) I might go fly to Japan (ayy) Honolulu, get a tan (yeah) To the beach I don't bring sand (no) Thought that

Ayy ayy ayyy ayyy ayyy ayyy She say she wanna get up, and play the game like me Wanna spend some vital time, try to keep it low key. And wanna get up, so we can stay up all night, She fell in love with my ride She textin me like Jeremih I wanna chill I

I made a way Now no rainy days Ayy (no rainy days) It's gon' be a long ride if you comin' with me I just threw two fingers up and did it for my city I would never tell a lie, know these niggas play it 50 Park the coupe they hop inside, they know we 'bout

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

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'

Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact How much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo!) Drag myself through the days, fade Burn my soul just like a light (Okay) I was on my fuckin' way, straight Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)

Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B? 'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man, like, ayy Said lil' bitch, you can't

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

Only hunnids and fifties, please Green green wasabi (ayy) All this gold on my body (ayy) Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah) Only hunnids and fifties (yeah) Green green wasabi (yeah) Pullin' up in them cities (uhh) Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah) Pullin' up in