(Chorus)
Told you when I started all I had was a dollar
Tryna put the cheese with the bread, red lobster
I been getting money since you ni**as was a toddler
Feeling crazy cause I mix the brown with the cha cha
(Verse 1)
I feel like it’s baseball every time I want her
Hit a home run and she know that I’mma dodge her
Shout out all my dogs, all my day 1 partners
Can’t go on the road cause they k**ers and they robbers
She say that I’m OG but she’s just a groupie
Don’t know nothing but the adding money with ciracha
Girl I’m bout to OD cause that pu**y so clean
Tongue it how you want it, I’mma make that p**y slobber
Got it like a dope fiend, feeling like the old me
Make my meat cream like the noodles and the pasta
Yeah you know they chose me and I brought the homies
Cons right behind me like my name shotgun
Turn into a OG, smoking on the same thing
Shot the mic H, pu**y, money never change me
Ni**a you don’t know me, you don’t know a damn thing
Bullet BG, known to bullet like the hamstring
2020 vision, still Virginia ni**a, can’t see
How I made it this far f**king with the melodies
And the way I’m living man, swear a ni**a can’t see
How I snap a stripper in the world with no mini mes
Gang get to change yeah, still I see the tendencies
Strange how your friends turn right into the enemy
Ask them what they doing, you gon hear a lot of finna bes
Meanwhile, I be outchea working like there’s 10 of me
Grown off that XX, better for the s** act
Plus they say I’m angry when I be off that Hennessy
Say it with your chest, chest, ni**as love to flex, flex
I could give a f**k if it ain’t about a cheque, cheque
Then I gotta get me the next cheque, babysitter gotta be the best s**
Ds on a bi**h, got a fresh set, squeeze on a bi**h, made a mess, mess
I got the top so I know that’s what she wanting from me
I dropped the top cause you know it’s California sunny
There’s nothing to it, I be stunting through it
They fronting through it, they washed up
I private ship, ride this big dick
And I pu**y f**k around, chalked up
They got money, they got cars
But they not boss cause they not us
I had a ni**as give my last to me
They still f**k around and got cut
Who says something? Who took something?
Who stole something? Who got us?
No ni**a, you done heard wrong
This the wrong tunes to the wrong song
I don’t know what’s really going on
I don’t really give a f**k about it
sh** them songs really been going on
Ni**as would have hit me up about it
(Chorus)
Told you when I started all I had was a dollar
Told you when I started all I had was a dollar