[Hook] (I know) Could it be my ride? (the real) Could it be my shine? (why do these boys) Could it be my cash knots? (want me k**ed) Could it be because of my height? (I know) Could it be my crib? (the real) Or the way I live? (why do these boys) Could it be my dog? (want me k**ed) Or why the girls can't leave me alone? [verse 1] On the real, all I do is chill Them boys walk around, with anger concealed Truth is revealed - I ball Hate to recall (?), cars, I got it all I stand tall as I walk Diamonds on my neck Got boys on no-talk I'm loving the way I'm making this cake All the cash I'm seeing from the decisions I make I gotta stand myself up for continual cash G's up, marks down, as I hide my stash Keeping dudes on retreat - that's how I'm doin' 'em They can't get away, bankruptcy pursuin' 'em Every plan, they done had To come up in this game, I done trashed These haters, I done locked Out this game, that I only rock In this hustle of infamy I'm that top choice G The one they can't fade The one that got it made [Hook] [verse 2] In this infamy game I make more money while punks know y'all name I'm infamy-blessed That's something you don't wanna test In this lick I'm in I made it so only I can win In perceptions of it - reality Cause they think they gon' cease a G Cause I always change it up with somethin' new A new style that can't lose When these p**y n***as try to steal my swag So I switch it up again on they a** You can call me all (?) auto-tune Computer Viper, that's what it do So you cats better start playin' the lotto That's the only way that y'all comin' up, bro [hook]