[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