I can't believe she fucking on this nigga, and he ain't got no money Mom, my bad, I can't hit church today my sack drop on a Sunday She held me down when I was broke She fucked on me when I was bummy She said that nigga bringing dark clouds but Golden make it sunny He know I'm up I got them bucks, so I can give you a lil' cash If you get cuffed, you get a truck, and I might buy you a lil' ass What the fuck I'm fucked up the way that pussy make it splash I got bitches, but I'm stuck so I might buy this bitch a bag You get Rollies, you get Carties, you get diamonds from lil' Golden I fucked her like a dog, now he mad, his bitch stolen I got diamonds in my teeth I get to talking she gon' notice I got Cubans bussed down I'm fly as fuck I'm real sporty Raw bitch held a nigga down you gotta make her smile Pussy fire and that head fire we might make a child Gucci bag and a Louis bag gotta get her style Street nigga, hold a nigga tight 'cause I've been living wild She so bad bought that bitch Chanel just to hold my switch Call me 'Dad', I'ma fuck for hours once I bite the glitch Spanish model scratch it off the list, AP on her wrist Pussy head and water left me drenched, Man, ain't have my bitch Wait a minute minute I'ma die writing it What you wanna spend it? Hundred on my semi I be quick to send it I'm a big lieutenant Tryna bag a sentence Eat it till I'm finished Come when you ready Coming when you ready Know this shit get deadly Slummer shit, the medley Play a piece I'm faded Put it in her belly I know that hoe ready Give her mani-pedi And I give her feti Trap house, it get deadly I've been up a hundred plus ain't nothing new Brand new present on my wrist It's Nipsey blue Them niggas better not play I spend thee bands to hold they crew They head like Chick-fil-A that pussy gon' wake up to you Sucking on her friends just while I dive inside her Got a hundred poles, and I just need new buyers My left wrist on froze I think I need a fryer T my wrist keep burning now that nigga tight Aye, raw bitch held a nigga down you gotta make her smile Pussy fire and that head fire we might make a child Gucci bag and a Louis bag gotta get her style Street nigga, hold a nigga tight 'cause I've been living wild I was fucked up at the trap I was rocking Dickies Shoutout the plug, shut the city down I started selling chickens Bae, you kept it real I'm up now, let's go get in business I just had to cut them bitches off 'cause they didn't see my vision