See I be riding through my old hood, same old attitude Chillin with your girlfriend, why she always mad at you She be like “blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah” Only time that she quiet, when my thing is inside her Don't you know I'm a writer Yeah, I sleep in her stomach And I slip her a 50, just to keep her 100 Yeah, my swaggers so dummy We so stupid, so silly I watch them girls getting lower than a kick in the milli Gambino, why you got a gold chain? Cause girls only gonna see you when you stuntin, man I'm coming back, swag on Rogaine Girl let me see your two chains on it So hood, man what you talking bout Man, I'm watching Law and Order on my grandma's couch Eating Lucky Charms for dinner Loser to a winner Swag so Clippers Me and Blake Griffin Me and Blake Griffin Why your goals dripping You even seen ballers like us po' pimping Ha, we getting drunk like a Kennedy Ha, we stay fly like the end of Grease Yeah, I got O's like CP3 Don't worry, don't worry, don't you worry 'bout me I'm only worried when that period's on CPT When that period's on CPT