[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'