Composer : Joshua Luellen

[Verse]

Do it from outside, I brought fifty, my Glock got a fifty

Go with your man boy, don't **** if she iffy

You niggas gon' feel it, for real, I ain't sippin'

Ain't non' but some go get this bread what I'm kickin'

I'm stuck with my dawgs, they outside I was pickin'

One be the finest and one be the thickest

Don't play wit' me, I bring out mask with the dickies

Don't argue with niggas that ain't worth my wrist

She told you a lot, she was burblin' on d**k

I pray every day for the curses and s**t

My young n***a bad and he workin' that stick

She know that he pussy, for sure he a lick

And I'm sayin' this money be makin' 'em sick

Okay you did play but they shot at your wick

And b***h you should know that this bread is my fit

My check goin' up on 'em, double down

These binary AR's with double rounds

Thеy missed wit' the [?] and they run him down

Hе hit me ''Huh, that's how that money sound''

I graduated with no cap and gown

You lyin' for sure, why you cappin' down

This Roley new diamonds a hunnid pounds

I don't know why you wanna start some s**t that you know you cannot finish

Hope you get the point, pointers on me nigga, hunnid K baby, each tennis

She got a golden rule, I can't leave if I don't finish

Broke a ho', yeah I'm in the house, gave my ho' all my winnings

Pulled up on them niggas, four hunnid Ferrari truck, okay

Tryna click, gon' get you a shovel and a spot to lay

SUV I did that for night time, I'm in that drop by day

I've been goin' strong since the start, they never dropped my pay

Yeah she got a lil' biddy problem, she screamin' splash her face

I know she lyin' 'bout her lovin' me, how you love the taste

I got a confession for bitches, I sure do hate them laces

I'm goin' every ethnicity, I might jus' make a race

I get a bag first and then I'ma see how her ass work

I'm havin', that s**t be my last work

You can't take the trust, so don't ask sir