[Hook]
Baby hit my phone up
Tell me that I'm next up
I just sold my soul yeah
Pockets finna blow up
[Verse 1]
I just want a bankroll
I just want the fame though
Speaking on my name though
Flexin' on these other hoes
Trust me "brodie"
You don't know me
I'm not famous
Remain nameless
n***as hatin'
All in person
n***as worthless
With yo b**h I'm flirting
Clips out and them guns up
Lil' n***a you f**ed up
Real n***as we f**ed up
With yo b**h and I'm posted up
With yo hoe and we caked up
Weak b**h I don't claim her
I-L-Y's I don't do that
Selling white, I don't do that
Living life, I don't do that
Jackpots like "booyah"
Main n***a he a tool (yeah)
Hit that n***a wit the tool (yeah)
Which hoe I got two (yeah)
Scary n***as like boo (yeah)
One on one you might lose (yeah)
Me and my n***as we fools (yeah)
We eating; we eat with no food (yeah)
We come on our bikes and we cruise (yeah)
E.T to the moon (yeah)
No hype on our shoes (yeah)
Real hype to the crew (yeah)
[Hook]
Baby hit my phone up
Tell me that I'm next up
I just sold my soul yeah
Pockets finna blow up
[Verse 2]
I just want the Rolex
To flex on my hoe('s) ex
This hoe need some Carmex
From all the throat she giving
This paper dead but I'm living
I'm floating; kush in my system
Blunt lit but I'm chilling
Cybertrash in the building
Pockets fat like Precious
She love the green no lettuce
She throwin' B's no letters
Windows down so they smell us