[Intro] 30, you a fool for this one [Verse] I think you tried to play me now I think you tried to play me now f**, I don't really tell you sh** But I got mad sh** to tell you now Couple racks on some petty sh** For a bag she gon' do it all, ooh She get blind on some petty sh** Talk about what she don't do no more You know girl you really do the most You just wanna run around with your girls and talk about how I run around with the bros When I already know how this sh** goes, yeah Think I'm addicted to the money, ooh I ain't sayin' that it's true but I do Ooh, yeah Like na, na, na, na And I swear to god Any n***a try to touch my chain gon' die 50 shots like ra, ra, ra And they won't ever catch me lackin' Yeah a Bronx n***a came with a ratchet 9 bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this sh** feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap sh** But you don't wanna go there [?] I can tell you man you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin' I know you want the one who run it up, ooh I can tell you when you still [?], ooh And you told me you still lookin' for love, ooh I can't lie, at first I wanted to f** you Look, I can't lie, at first I wanted to f** you I told you to hit me I was like, "come through" I probably bought everything at Louis Vuttion, ooh I got the bag, got the hoodies, I got the duffels Money can't make that n***a Money don't make that n***a, don't hate that n***a If I pull up in a Maybach, n***a Please don't hate that, n***a [Outro] And they won't ever catch me lackin' Yeah a Bronx n***a came with a ratchet 9 bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this sh** feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap sh** But you don't wanna go there [?] I can tell you man you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin'