[PRE-VERSE]
I go to sleep with money on my mind
Wake up, still the same, my money up
'Cause b**h I'm on the grind
Yet I'm still the same, she tell me that I'm runnin' through her mind
I don't feel the same 'cause she a stupid b**h
[VERSE 1]
Say she like my moves, Stan Smith be the shoes
Your girl send me nudes, tell that b**h I'm cool
Your shawty wet no pool, she want that train that choo choo
I need a b**h like new new, my wrist is froze it's too blue
I'm trynna cop that new coupe, why they hate on me?
Always stay lowkey, run your bands up
Don't listen to them n***as, wanna talk then put your hands up
Your b**h done went ghost on you, she text me say I'm handsome
Do it cause I can, uh, they talk 'bout propaganda
'Cause they can't understand us, f** some proper grammar
Your b**h like my lingo, I got three ho's like I'm Santa
She Childish like Gambino, she won't even get an answer
Yuh!
b**h, I'm drippin', don't you slip
I be stickin' to the script
She ain't strippin, then I dip
Keep it on the lows, my mind be on the dough
Got your b**h on go, trynna roll
Yeah, you know I had to
She think I'm a bad dude
Treat her like some fries, she on the side, like some fast food
Pa** it to my n***a, cause I know he want some a** too
n***as think they nice, I do not see you with your wack crew
I don't need no ice, I still shine like a limelight, my rhymes tight
Creep up on me, see you from my hindsight
I'm like Mike
'Cause I ball, I be like a flying kite
n***a you can't reach me, but I know you see me, she gave me head no beanie, I'm bout my bread panini
I don't need her but she need me