Verse 1 Its been a minute since I wrote my first rap yeah I was like 12 sitting in my math cla** just Thinking bout how I'm gonn add some cash fast And finally have it all and make like all of that sh** last I told my mama that I'm on the way Chopping samples like I'm Ye Making tracks not for the fame I'm just tryna find a way Now the city going cray And shorties wanna call me bae And old girls wanna call me back But I can't go back to the past Hook I call your phone I'm like shorty where you at? She like bae I'm with my girls are you tryna match a sack? Of course bae yeah, just meet us at Mac We off that henny just spitting them raps If you wanna stay over I'ma skip cla** Just to let you know that I want that chance like yeah Verse 2 Had to get it on my own shoutout my mama Taught me how to get a job and hustle guala Teachers always use to say her boy a goner Cause I'd show up high to cla** off marijuana They was talking trash but now I'm popping bottles Wait until I pull off my Murcielago Like skrrr, pull up on the curb Hand under her skirt Pulling on my shirt She just wanna twerk Show me how it work Hook