(Who made that beat, Mojo?)
(That bitch go crazy, hahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If it ain't broke, you don't gotta fix it, you know what I mean?
If it make dollars, it make sense to me
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money
I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds
I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it"
I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin'
I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin
Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'?
Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin'
You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leachin'
You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin'
Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin'
Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin'
Her last nigga broke, but I don't know the meanin'
My young boy go hard, but I make it look easy
I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon
I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy
I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys
Nigga, this thug motivation like Jeezy
I took your BM and I did her greezy
Rich like Roddy, ballin' every season
You live with your sister, nigga, we ain't beefin'
I gave her a freebie, nigga, you know that
Toxic with my bitch, she already know that
Screamin' at her, "Be careful how you pour that"
Thousand-dollar cup, you spill it, I'll— pssh, bitch
Bitch, I'll—
You know, yeah
Bitch, you know
Yeah
'Bout to blow, I'm with Bob, we don't smoke out no Marleys
Deadstock truck, this a brand-new Harley
Double-D, I can leave it plain
SI diamonds in your mouth, boy, these not the same
One-way flight straight to Texas, I met Johnny Dang
Act raw how we get down, but we in the same lane
Tony got the snow, you know we 'bout to make it rain
Boy, you can't cruise, heavy motion and you're on land
I'm in the trap with Pat
Quit textin' my phone, you ain't gettin' this ho back
Patrick Mahomes, I'm in here with that sack
I'm smokin' the real, not the deal
I need a Heisman award how a nigga be touchin' down in that field
Your bitch lookin' good, I might cop the lil' feel
You gas her up, I just fill her up, so she gon' pop that lil' pill
Your gun in the car, but my shit right here
I say fuck what she heard, put my dick in her ear
I'm rollin' exotic, I'm facin' my fears
I got some bald heads inside of my Glock like the old Britney Spears
You play and get dropped like a tear
I married the money, my jeans not Amiri
I need them hundreds, I'm hard when it's near
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga, let's get to that money
I stand on my ten, paper chasin' them hundreds
I told her, "You like it, lil' baby, I love it"
I ain't with all that fightin', ain't with all that fussin'
I'm tryna pour red up, I'm tryna pour 'Tussin
Why the fuck is we talkin' when we should be fuckin'?
Sneakin', I'm geekin', she tweakin', I'm treatin'
You ain't patchin' up on them 'bows, then you leachin'
You coppin' or what? Ain't got time for no meetin'
Pour a four on a four, now my heart hear me beatin'
Trap door swing back to back, got that ho beatin'
Her last nigga broke, but I don't know the meanin'
My young boy go hard, but I make it look easy
I put her in Christian, she fuck like a demon
I took exotic out, word to 4Feezy
I'm sellin' O's same price as new Yeezys
