[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
(Smoove made it)
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it
[Verse 1]
One thing bout me, yeah
A ni**a just tryna get rich
I be feelin' like a shooting star
They see me, they all gonna wish (Yeah)
Low-key, low-key
Ya b*tch, she ain't really ya b*tch
She done let the whole gang hit
I'll be adding that b*tch to the list
[Pre-Chorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-b*tch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A
Won't trade this sh*t for anything
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it
[Verse 2]
Want me to put her in Rick Owens
I hit the b*tch then she get goin'
Ice on my neck, now this b*tch snowin'
Just getting started, gon' keep growin'
I gotta get it, keep running it up
All the hoes scream my name when I hop off the bus
Wink at ya ho and she startin' to blush
Looked at your b*tch as she knew what it was
[Pre-Chorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-b*tch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A
Won't trade this sh*t for anything
[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it