[Verse 1]
Mind on money with the money on me
Maybach fronting ain't fronting on me
With the hoes on full, we ain't running on E
n***a you know what it is, n***a you know what it ain't
Do I love her, do I love her? n***a you know what I think
Pouring purple in the Sprite, n***a you know what I drink
Na I'm playing but despite what a stupid n***a think
Homie I be getting cash all night
Let a n***a hit let me smash all night
I just pray to God that it last all night
She a 5 in the face but her a** alright, so the hat's on tight
I rub it, I get it, I touch it, I hit it
I'm f**ing, you f**ing? Well f** it, I'm with it
Let's get it, let me get to business
And that's when she did it like she wasn't kidding
Admitted it she love me, I told Her " It's stupid"
Then asked that b**h "why!?" and she told me "it's Cupid"
I said "what the f**, like that's what your excuse is?"
And then she said yes and I threw up the deuces
I'm sipping on liquor, she smoking on weed
I'm stuck in her throat, she choking on me
So shout out to yo n***as, acting like ho n***as
Riding our dick cause we about to blow n***as, pause...
[Hook]
Said I'm riding with my 6′s on
I'm on what my n***as on
If you f**ing, give my n***as some
I Can't party unless my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
You know all my n***as on
[Verse 2]
I need a b**h that's famous and a girl that's right
And a ho that's all in, p**y the bomb, Bin Laden
I hear she denied it, the b**h need a pilot
I ride like I was out of sight, the sky
But I'm high, I'm drunk, I'm Mr. Puff-the-Lye
But I'm fly as f**, these hoes they love the guy
Why do I do this sh** to a woman
Love me when I'm giving straight dick to a woman
If she pull that sh** out, try to that sh** south
Like a broad on fire, I'll put that b**h out
Because I don't need no bad b**h tryna lie to me
I live on a plane and I promise this sh** n***a
Ain't no chick gon' fly for free - Why? I'm me
Eyes can see, a mad guy n***a on that sh** like a mad fly n***a
Money a** long as a flat line n***a
And I'm in a b**h back like that spine, n***a, whoa
Sipping Baccardi cause I party
Now I got these b**hes dreading like a yardi on my lardi, whoa
[Hook]
[Outro]
Yeah n***a, Shoutout To My n***a Rhymez For Runnin Through Yo b**hes Mind n***a
Us Young n***as To Fun n***as, You Ain't f**ing Wit Us You Ain't Getting No Funds n***a
Thats Coo
Aye Shoutout To Sunny Gettin That Money, Tell Yo Girl To Lay It Down For Me, Ya Dig Me
Cause We Out While Yall Young n***as Runnin Shiitin On n***as Out Of Style
Yo Girl Got Two Legs Two Arms And A Turquoise Thong In Nap-Sack n***a
She All The Way In There
Lame n***a Be quiet When A Real n***a Speak n***a