[Hook]
Panamera models, Maserati crib
Lamborghini ceilings in the building where we live
Aston Martin b**hes, snitches on Houdini
f** it man cause I don't even own a Lamborghini
[Verse 1]
I ain't got a Murci, I ain't got a car
I don't f** with thousand dollar bottles at the bar
I ain't got a Lotus, I can't drive a stick
I ain't got a Kardashian ridin on my dick
I ain't got a Maybach, barely got a paycheck
Stripper told me make it rain
I said I'll take a rain-check
I ain't been to Paris, no one trynna fly me
Don't know how to ball, and ain't nobody trynna find me
I ain't got a Rose, I ain't got a Miller
I ain't got a deal owe a hundred to my dealer
All I want is Jays, but all I got is Filas
They coppin red bottoms but my bottoms all vanilla
Can't be jockin blades, can't be jockin dubs
Asked for Ace of Spades but they brought me Two of Clubs
Got no one to f**, might as well go home
Cause everybody in this club is f**ing with their phones
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I ain't got that gliss, I ain't got that shine
Your girl got a wrist, you be paying all the time
Pears and lemon lime, all that sh** is borin
Only grill I got cosigned by George Foreman
I ain't got that Bentley, I ain't got a Benz
All I got is homies, can't afford fugazi friends
Dump them groupie tens, all them b**hes fickle
f** them fancy dimes, I be f**ing two nickles
Say 'Ye, Say 'Ye, ain't this muhf**ing crazy?
All we got is pain, and they bathin in champa-zay
They be coppin rays, and we be coppin shady
Who the f** is flyin all these hoes to San Trope-zay
I ain't got that Louis, I ain't got that Kors
I ain't got that Gucci, I ain't welcome in their stores
f** a label who*e, I ain't got the skrill
So when I die, bury me up in the Taco Bell
[Hook]
[Interlude]
That's that sh**, that sh**
That sh** I ain't got
That's that sh** I ain't got
[Hook]