I can′t fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves
Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt
I can′t fall in love 'cause i'm puttin′ the money first
Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
Bitch, i′m flexed up
Tell me why these hoes always gotta be so extra
Chasin' hella commas till i′m whippin' in a Tesla
Remember I was down now I never feel the pressure
Used to drop the cookies on my motherfuckin′ dresser
I was down back then
But i'm up now!
Remember she don′t like me but she hit my phone to fuck now
IPhone keep on ringing swear it's like I am the plug now
Money coming to me
I ain't gotta sell no drugs now
Bitch we coming for you send these shots like alcoholic
I remember being broke and having nothing in my wallet
Either Gucci or the Louis if I see it then I cop it
While these fuckers hatin′ on me
Tell these hatin′ bitches "Stop it"
I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves
Call out to my shooter he puttin′ you on a shirt
I can't fall in love ′cause i'm puttin′ the money first
Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves
Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt
I can′t fall in love ′cause i'm puttin′ the money first
Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves
Call out to my shooter he puttin′ you on a shirt
I can't fall in love ′cause i'm puttin' the money first
Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
