[Intro] Ooh, ooh Ooh Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah [Pre-Chorus] My ni**as hopin', I tell 'em go crazy My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me But fu*k it, it ain't like these b*tches gon' pay me I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*tches gon' save me My wrist is glistening because of [?] My ni**as listen, do whatever, just pay me [Chorus] Late night, we was over running on the back street Great White, all you lil' ni**as in the back seat Baby, I'm a trapper, let me fu*k you to a fast beat Boy, I'm not a rappеr, all you rappers wanna wrap beef All these lil' b*tchеs wanna about they have me Everybody from the fu*kin' city wanna tag me Runnin' through the money like a motherfu*kin' athlete Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me [Verse] Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do Who says the lil' ni**a wanna act cool [?] I had to And you know the sweater costs a rack too Boy I ain't with talkin', I might fu*k around and smack you Catch a ni**a walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you Heard that ni**a stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you Zip up that boy, then we out Only thing I won't die for the clout, I don't know what that sh*t be about I'm like, yeah, yeah On my way to L.A. [?], I ain't left the town I'm like no, no Ride around with a whole lot of rounds So I'm smoking sh*t straight out the pound I'm like, yeah, yeah All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaj [Pre-Chorus] My ni**as hopin', I tell 'em go crazy My brother stupid, tell him don't have no babies And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me But fu*k it, it ain't like these b*tches gon' pay me I'm rich as sh*t and watch these b*tches gon' save me My wrist is glistening because of [?] My ni**as listen, do whatever, just pay me [Chorus] Late night, we was over running on the back street Great White, all you lil' ni**as in the back seat Baby, I'm a trapper, let me fu*k you to a fast beat Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef All these lil' b*tches wanna about they have me Everybody from the fu*kin' city wanna tag me Runnin' through the money like a motherfu*kin' athlete Yeah, I'm getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me