Hey, hey, hey, Aight Toomp man, this what the folks been waiting on I guess, That's right Let's give it to 'em baby Grand Hustle nigga, Aye man they been waiting on this shit since "What You Know" huh? It's the king bitch Alright my nigga, the wait is

Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom) Took a

If you know, then you know I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know Used to run around with them hoes you must know Now I mess with bitches that I don't even know Rollin' with my G's, screamin' fuck how you feel We no say no names, if you

You know you're not fucking up, though Get locked up and get back to it, yeah You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride It's the king, bitch No introduction really, necessary Get the message like a

Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Rewinding the picture There goes the alarm and the siren's go There goes the

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid Yeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

Ah uh, ooh, ah uh Oh give me that, give me that, give me that I'm riding like a nympho Tonight I'm with all that 300 for to my squad, promise I give you all I got Bitch fall back I hit your spot, he don't do that for you I know She got a thing for

Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tec pour a four, nigga Bitch roll me my sack before I

Get off my dick, woah Singing this song yeah Hollywood Cole Ay let me tell you 'bout it My nigga ride when I call Got bitches all in my mind Fuck nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you feel the way

Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me on repeat, bitch wanna freak me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum