[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm on the way, I ain't gotta prove nothin'
For my kids, while we ridin' with who's gun
She tryna leave all the problems for new fun
In my sleep, I just clapped it like tooth
Me and you, give a fu*k 'bout your boo
I got bidness to handle 'round two
I tell the teller to keep it, no, I do not need it, I like all my hunnids on blue
fu*k the labels, I gave you the truth
How far can I take your b*tch, I'm breakin' new snow, this ain't no Canada Goose
Me, my brothers like Curry we shootin'
This the molly, you can't fu*k with the movement
I've been workin', the fu*k you been doin'?
Gotta Birkin her friend, shе keep screwin'
She wanna run that sh*t back, run that sh*t back
That's for the bird, I don't fu*k with a pash
I got a gun and a mash
Don't need to usе it, my youngins'll blast
Talk about trap but they ain't finna trap
They fu*k with Pirelli, can't fu*k with the cap
Came from the block to that sh*t, caught a map
Got a bad little b*tch, I just hit from the back
[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
She fell in love with the bounce
Don't fall in love with me now
I had to cut that sh*t out
I might just smoke on an ounce
Baby, what is you fussin' about?
I can't have no one stressin' me out
fu*k breakin' even, we rich now
Oh, I got me some reason to switch now
Say she wanna get high and get dicked down
I got you, bae
She want a brand new 'Cedes
I got you, baby
Man, that b*tch so bad, she wanna have my baby
She wanna drive me wild, just don't drive me crazy
Baby, it's been a while, just wanna see you naked
Say she love to get high off that Cocaine 80's
She say she love to be mine, baby, I hope we make it
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm on the way, I ain't gotta prove nothin'
For my kids, while we ridin' with who's gun
She tryna leave all the problems for new fun
In my sleep, I just clapped it like tooth
Me and you, give a fu*k 'bout your boo
I got bidness to handle 'round two
I tell the teller to keep it, no, I do not need it, I like all my hunnids on blue
fu*k the labels, I gave you the truth
How far can I take your b*tch, I'm breakin' new snow, this ain't no Canada Goose
Me, my brothers like Curry we shootin'
This the molly, can't fu*k with the movement
I've been workin', the fu*k you been doin'?
Gotta Birkin her friend, she keep screwin'
She wanna run that sh*t back, run that sh*t back
That's for the bird, I don't fu*k with a pash
I got a gun and a mash
Don't need to use it, my youngins'll blast
Talk about trap but they ain't finna trap
They fu*k with Pirelli, can't fu*k with the cap
Came from the block to that sh*t, caught a map
Got a bad little b*tch, I just hit from the back
[Instrumental Outro]