[Hook]
(I know) Could it be my ride?
(the real) Could it be my shine?
(why do these boys) Could it be my cash knots?
(want me k**ed) Could it be because of my height?
(I know) Could it be my crib?
(the real) Or the way I live?
(why do these boys) Could it be my dog?
(want me k**ed) Or why the girls can't leave me alone?
[verse 1]
On the real, all I do is chill
Them boys walk around, with anger concealed
Truth is revealed - I ball
Hate to recall (?), cars, I got it all
I stand tall as I walk
Diamonds on my neck
Got boys on no-talk
I'm loving the way I'm making this cake
All the cash I'm seeing from the decisions I make
I gotta stand myself up for continual cash
G's up, marks down, as I hide my stash
Keeping dudes on retreat - that's how I'm doin' 'em
They can't get away, bankruptcy pursuin' 'em
Every plan, they done had
To come up in this game, I done trashed
These haters, I done locked
Out this game, that I only rock
In this hustle of infamy
I'm that top choice G
The one they can't fade
The one that got it made
[Hook]
[verse 2]
In this infamy game
I make more money while punks know y'all name
I'm infamy-blessed
That's something you don't wanna test
In this lick I'm in
I made it so only I can win
In perceptions of it - reality
Cause they think they gon' cease a G
Cause I always change it up with somethin' new
A new style that can't lose
When these p**y n***as try to steal my swag
So I switch it up again on they a**
You can call me all (?) auto-tune
Computer Viper, that's what it do
So you cats better start playin' the lotto
That's the only way that y'all comin' up, bro
[hook]