In this bitch, you better keep your instinct Bitch, I know you miss me

It's a certain number that you pay so they don't miss s**t

Nigga, you better keep your distance Broke-ass boy a get with

It's a hundred years inside this car, you better not hit s**t

I got his b***h with me He gon' post too much, I know he tippin

I had love for bro, but I think that he Mickey

Move around before we evict him

Got a couple thou and that's just Wednesday

And I love the way she fuck, I get her rent paid

I'ma sell it all before the sun is set

In the mix like running backs

Put a couple bags inside the luggage, know wat come with that

I know a couple of niggas who want bump, but I'ma shrug at that

And we on every car, so if they come, you know we crushin' them

Fashion, mama, why they mad that I be havin'? I was askin

But niggas fed me lies and', they some faggots, maggots

Mad that if we fought that I would thrash them, trash them

I ain't lookin' to be tough, I really want the money,

yeah

Get up out the way and bring my family with me

Ain't no lookouts in the jungle, so I bring it with me

They was thinkin' I was broke when I done ran 250

In this bitch, you better keep your instinct

Bitch, I know you miss me

It's a certain number that you pay so they don't miss s**t

Nigga, you better keep your distance

Broke-ass boy a get with

It's a hundred years inside this car, you better not hit s**t

I got his b***h with me He gon' post too much, I know he tippin

I ain't love for, bruh, but I think that he Mickey

Move around before we evict him

Got a couple thou and that's just Wednesday

And I love the way she fuck, I get her rent paid