Bridge:
You ain't talking money, talk to my hand
You are not my gang, we cannot be friends. I
I just want my ends, I'm grown Got pay the rent
Chorus:
I know they hate, they hate, they hate me they hate me
I want the wraithy the wraithy wraithy rayfee
I taught to these the n***a game, what could have why made em betray me?
I just wanna count a up A M, Ima take me and M and just face it
Verse 1:
I had to turn up just for that lil bag
Designer my body it's probably Raf
Let me geek on this b**h I'm spaz
Freak of the week f**ing on sofa
I put codeine in my soda
I sell way more the quota
Dick on me, no bo*er
Dick on me that's a burner
Hit a lick then split the earnings
My b**h is so bad I don't think I deserve her. I got the the pieces they working. I put the puzzle together. I'm grown whatever
Chorus:
I know they hate, they hate, they hate me they hate me
I want the wraithy the wraithy wraithy rayfee
I taught these the n***a game, so what could have why made em betray me?
I just wanna count a up A M, Ima take me and M and just face it
Bridge:
You ain't talking money, talk to my hand
You are not my gang, we cannot be friends
I just want my ends, I'm grown I pay my rent. I'm grown whatever
Verse 2:
I got some hoes and they kissing but I don't they think really do that. Ima show up with the roof missing. Pull up to the show in the back, but the trunk in the front. I'll put your wig on the floor. All of these hoes adore me. I know that I have been chosen. I keep a pole like I'm fishing
I just took flight like a bird
I got the chopper propeller
They say I'm start as professors
I know that I am professional
I need my diamonds do balet
I need to park at valet
I Got the kids in my city shook why?
Cuz I was the first one to do it, they see I be ballin I got no jump shot. But I had jump start it's a headshot when I blast off. I tip on codeine margarita. My b**h she look like Selena. Play with them racks Serena. Play w/dem racks, venus. She wanna lick on the tip, and she wanna swallow my penis
Bridge:
You ain't talking money, talk to my hand
You are not my gang, we cannot be friends
I just want my ends, I'm grown I pay my rent. I'm grown whatever
Outro:
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever. Whatever, whatever, whatever