Swear niggas love to bring up the past, nigga Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast, nigga Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat, nigga Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat, nigga Skunk gon' ink his body, we ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga Can't be broke, can't be that nigga You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap it in the Glad, nigga, ayy I ain't never give a fuck, nigga, get it known And I did all this shit on my fuckin' own And I be trappin', never trappin' at my home You a fake ass nigga, I know you a clone I be balling, I be stunting in my Vlone And your bitch, yeah, she call me when you not home I'ma stunt on that bitch, do that bitch wrong Yeah, my money long, can't wait 'til I'm on These bitches say that they love me, I know that they lying I be high as fuck, you know that I'm flying And I'm flexing hard, I'm not even trying Man, you know you broke as fuck but you steady whining Off of the gas and it feel like time rewinding If you soul searching, bitch, then I'm money finding And I'm smokin' on this onion but I'm not crying And-And your bitch wanna chill but I'm not replying Swear niggas love to bring up the past, nigga Me, man, I like to count up some cash, nigga See a fed bitch, you know I'm moving fast, nigga Go inside a courtroom and turn into a rat, nigga Skinny jeans on but I need my pockets fat, nigga Skunk gon' ink his body, we ain't talking 'bout a tat, nigga Can't be broke, can't be that nigga You know I'm a glad nigga, wrap it in the Glad, nigga, ayy