Bitch fanned out, said she tryna get hit
Higher than my dead's, finna smoke me a zip
When you go up, now they on your dick
They ain't never believe we was gon' get rich
No, my lil' bro, yeah, he a killer
Yeah, my lil' bruh ain't gon' fold
That lil' bitch gotta kick rocks
Yeah, that lil' bitch gotta go
None of my partners is bitches
All of my partners up pole
Yeah, yeah, I'm back in' that mode
Chasin' all this green, no, I can't chase no ho
Everything that I did, did that shit for the bros
Yeah, my niggas gon' hold it down, they gon' stay ten toes
Feel like I'ma die young, cant see myself, getting Old
She said, you don't care, boy, your heart so cold
Fighting battles in my mind, that's something she don't know
She will never know
Meet a thot hoe treat her like a good bitch
Dolce Gabana I ice out her wrist
Sip on high tech said she want her a sip
Blue in my pocket, she think I'm a crip
Money so heavy, I walk with a limp
So much designer, I'm covered in sin
Fan-ass hoes can't be my friends