Damn E this a classic Reach in yo pocket, ain't a dollar in that bitch You tryna prove you gettin money but you down on yo dick Prolly cause you gettin high with every dollar that you get Need to chill the fuck out, lil boy you ain't rich Yea I see you on instagram, in yo lil whip A month later see him riding passenger with his bitch Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? nigga But this shit was only two fifty a month nigga Out a three-five how you make seven blunts nigga? Every other day you asking dude for a front nigga Just cause it came in that pack don't mean it's runtz nigga Droppin checks and gettin iphone's all at once nigga Before the bitch was fucking with me she was basic You let the hoes get into yo head now you hating Turnt that lil bitch from a zero to amazing Luckily that nigga had God with him when I grazed him Yeah that's yo bitch, but she dick suckin me That nigga think he doin something, he got his first designer sneaks On top of that, yea I see he got his first designer tee But he ain't complete the fit, he got on 50 dollar jeans Yea I see a double cup, but he sippin on green Dog just wanna be cool cause he see other nigga's drinking lean We spendin thousands on this shit, it ain't what it seems You shoulda stayed in high school played football and chased yo dreams Cup got me thinking nigga's wanna be some bitches Po'd up in the club like a bunch of women Popped a perc, flip the scene leave his fate end up missing Spin around the block again just in case I leave a witness Give me all five twelves, I don't want two fifty sixes Bitch leave yo two cents to yoself, cause I won't listen Coulda went and scooped a dub in the morning I was slipping Every time I walk in metro with a bag they know I'm flipping (So Good)