I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DMing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it I'ma shoot If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding up my coupe If I don't like it then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute If I don't like it then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snooze Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas ain't paying my dues She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room If you pay for a hit don't never call my phone, just check the news I can't pay for a hit 'cause these niggas that I'm with they with the shits I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick Out here doing wrong to make it right, that's why I'm trappin' bricks You out here doing wrong hatin' on the youngins like Uncle Ice Ain't gotta use my phone I get on anytime and go and swipe Nigga want a feature, tell him to bring me 50, that's just my price If not it's, "Nice to meet you," I'm really lit for life, this ain't no hype I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DMing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it I'ma shoot If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding up in my coupe If I don't like it then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I might wake up blow some cheese I might go to sleep off that lean I might drip yo' bitch in lean $2,300, that's just on jeans Yeah new years with the stars I be coming out way to clean I done ran it up off these trees Now I run it up off these beat's I done ran it up out the streets I done ran it up off these keys I might bless a ho if she sneeze Fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave Back in the day these hoes ain't wanna fuck Now they tryna meet Real runner up thuggin' in these streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks and sorting them in the east They say she gon' be a freak only in the sheets And if she do then I'm gon' buy that bitch a mink My bitch don't wear pink Ain't talking no colors I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that be cheap How the fuck you YIC and you got signed to FBG? I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DMing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it I'ma shoot If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding up in my coupe If I don't like it then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks and sorting them in the east Bitch say she gon' be a freak only in the sheets And if she do then I'm gon' buy that bitch a mink