[Intro] [Verse 1] I'm right back in the mix Rose bottle care Ain't no stalking in this b**h We're balling in this b**h The seven be the whip I'm heavy on the wrist We came to have some fun So keep your hands over your b**h In the V.I.P look crazy Haters with the shady Pockets full of money Is the way that you can lay me And the DJ start to play me Everybody going crazy My whole crew got on Gucci's Their neck full of j**elries [Hook] If you say you getting money let me see you Call it out, call it out, call it out If you're buying, all the bottles make you call it Call it out, call it out, call it out If them haters lookin' at you cause you're balling Call it out, call it out, call it out You're getting money and you said you're never falling Call it out, call it out, call it out [Verse 2] Whole black panorama Smiling for the camera
I only do a step Cause I'm really not a dancer I might just do a lean I might be on that lean We're bailing in that scene To you it's just a dream You can never get this money Never throw these twenties Never cop these bottles And never f** these models See this AP on my wrist Make a n***a sick I cop all the Ciroc And treat it like it's ? I ain't playing around with you haters I'm known for getting this paper I'm buying the bar all night And f**ing a b**h tonight I'm up for moving the white This the way I'm living my life My diamonds blue like a light When I cop a car I cop it twice I turn your b**h to a dime Cause you ain't f**ing her right She ain't making it to home tonight Keep going to beat your wife (huh) I guess that's why these other n***as hating on me I ain't tripping cause my whole crew waiting on me [Hook]