[Pre-Hook] I heard n***as say numbers from the sideline, nice try Can't see you n***as anyway, two b**hes standing on my pride I, yeah yeah, got a lot of sh**, sh** to say, so I'ma start of saying this I could give a f** what a magazine say, get off my dick That's the tip, mhm [Verse 1] I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me Don't leave your b**h alone in the room with me Tying rope, comatose in a coma, homie Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie So I'ma keep making millions, independent homie The money greener than the reefer, Wiz Khalifa showed me I'm up in London smoking skunky with some real n***as [Pre-Hook] [Hook] I don't f** with no broke b**hes I don't f** with no Hollywood n***as I don't f** with no gold diggers Only f** if she dope, n***a [Verse 2] I don’t drive no Honda n***a, only f** with foreign wheels I don’t drive the speed limit n***a, always drive with my windows tinted I don’t f** with no petty change, I only f** with them big faces I don’t f** with no right lanes, Cuban chains Rolex faces I don't f** with no ratchet b**hes, Maybach, two cla**ic b**hes I don't turn up on your time, Tina Turner she smacking b**hes b**hes change like February, I don't dress like Tyler Perry I don't wear no bu*ton up, f** that even if she married p**y all in my vocabulary, she s** it wet like an aqaur' I don't f** with no librarians, shy b**hes and talking parakeets I don't f** with no broke b**hes, I don't f** with no petty n***as I don't listen to none of these b**hes, only f** with my money n***a [Pre-Hook] + [Hook (x2)]