(Yo Brett, make that that shit)
(Can you prove 'em wrong-wrong?)

(I pulled up in a red Monte Carlo)
(Shorty she a model)
(Love to tote Drakes, so I'm stickin' to the Motto)
(Money on my mind I aint worried 'bout tomorrow)
(Twisting backwoods yeah, I'm smokin' on gelato)

I told lil' shorty do a dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no man's land
I pulled up in a red Monte Carlo, shorty she a model
Love to tote Drakes, so I'm stickin' to the Motto
Money on my mind I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Twisting backwoods yeah, I'm smokin' on gelato
I told lil' shorty do her dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no mans land

I pulled up in a off white t-shirt
Shorty blow it till her knees hurt
They blow bags for my feature
Dark haired bitch, she in love with my features
Fucking with the gang we gon' put you on a t-shirt
Too much stress so your boy cant sleep
She wanna slide to the crib, jump on my meat
Told me hold on baby, I don't fuck for free
I'm a rap star, you gon' fuck for me
Too fucked up, I'm in no mans land
I could give you the world if you take my hand
All for the night she gon' leave her man
Come and take this pipe for a one night stand
Sipping on Bicardi, bitch I got my party fit
I'm red in the face like I'm Cardi bitch
I got four rings on my Audi, bitch
They throwing ass in the party when I play my shit

Shorty do a dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no man's land
I pulled up in a red Monte Carlo, shorty she a model
Love to tote Drakes, so I'm stickin' to the Motto
Money on my mind I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Twisting backwoods yeah, I'm smokin' on gelato
I told lil' shorty do her dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no mans land

She just stared at me across the room
Girl, don't say a word
'Cause I'm knowing what you tryna do
You cant have my heart 'cause its empty and it's never full
I cant fall in love with you 'cause I know I would be a fool
She told me come closer and we took it to the swimming pool
And she be flexing at parties and shorty jam that Bicardi
She tryna leave with somebody and she want me

I'm with Lecade and we vibin', we got the hoes and we shining
And we both knowing that they really for the streets
Keeping my receipts, you got one girl, man, I got a whole fleet
And they all tens, eyebrows on fleek
I might pull up in a new tux lookin real sleek
I know she been tryna link, bringing all her friends
Tryna turn up, we in no mans land
Prepping for the club, gotta get a couple bands
I'm getting way to much money I might need a couple hands man, damn

Shorty do a dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no man's land
I pulled up in a red Monte Carlo, shorty she a model
Love to tote Drakes, so I'm stickin' to the Motto
Money on my mind I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
Twisting backwoods yeah, I'm smokin' on gelato
I told lil' shorty do her dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made a hundred bands, gotta love my fans
I'ma drop the top here in no mans land