My bitch ass fatter than hers I'm sippin' on drank in the 'burbs Talkin' that shit, you get left on a shirt Or get put in a hearse Ballin' out, baby, like I'm on the Spurs Smokin' on green, it look like turf Finna invest, finna make me some merch I spy, that bitch just lurk I just spilled some drank on my jeans Pick up the phone, tryna get in them jeans Fresh as fuck, bitch, I get too clean I'm off of the drugs, I'm havin' a dream Bet you wish it was you and me But, baby, I'm in love with the lean Put a scope on the .223 Walk in, all eyes on me Ballin' like Hakeem I'm still mixin' jugg money with the clean money Mama told me, "You can be what you want, honey" Sippin' on dark 'cause some days it ain't sunny (Haha) That nigga, he too funny Slime his ass and his nose not even runny Leave me alone, baby, I'm packrunnin' After I fuck, you leavin' in the morning (Morning, yeah, go, go, go) Spendin' your lil' bread on a hoe Woke up like, "How I'ma get me some rolls?" You woke up like, "I'm finna chase me a hoe" Bein' boring, this bitch gon' go, I need to know, I need to know Can you hear me right now? I need to know, I need to know He got the pints on him, huh? I'm finna score, I'm finna score "Summrs, do you love me?" Fuck no, fuck no I'm just plottin' on dinero Don't act right, you get left like a arrow I got the nina, it sleep on my pillow I'm too drugged out, I can't be a hero My foot on they neck, I got on Gucci slippers She wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm that nigga She wanna fuck with me, I got that skrilla My diamonds Michael Jackson, thriller My bitch ass fatter than hers I'm sippin' on drank in the 'burbs Talkin' that shit, you get left on a shirt Or get put in a hearse Ballin' out, baby, like I'm on the Spurs Smokin' on green, it look like turf Finna invest, finna make me some merch I spy, that bitch just lurk