Yeah, yeah, 'eah Oh, oh, oh Oh Everytime I- Everytime I- Everytime I pop out, yeah, that's 'bout to get mad Everytime I pop out, I got more money than I had Everytime I pop out, I skrrt in the jet Everytime I get mad, I'm takin' her back bad Who takin' us? (Kill me), yeah, I'm up for sum' (Ooh) Yeah, movin' like mobsters, hundred round drum (Bah) Fuck what you talk about in this bitch, and I don't give a fuck where you from (Wah) Yeah, Candypaint on the paint Booted off white like Frank, I'm throwin' shots like Frank Since I am a asshole, I don't even need to pray , you ain't gettin' no cash Ah-uh, you could die like the rest Pull up, pop out, ha, they feelin' erased I'm a Maybach, yeah, I'm goin' so fast, woah Bitch ain't got no class, she think she bad I'm in Designer Room with freemason No, no, I'm in a Lamb', I ain't got no head space Yeah, I'm fried, I'm with slime, he ain't come to my place Don't let her scatch out all the balance Don't let you get hit with a Drac' Ooh (Drac'), ooh (Drac') Got a big Glock, this on my waist Everytime I pop out, yeah, that's 'bout to get mad Everytime I pop out, I got more money than I had Everytime I pop out, I skrrt in the jet Everytime I get mad, I'm takin' her back bad