You know why you came

Why you wanna play these games?

Don't be on that lame s**t girl

Tell them h**s you came with

I pull up in the motherfuckin' coupe (In the coupe)

All these b**s come around me, chicken coop (Chicken, yeah)

I got 'em poppin' p**y, Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)

Everyday I live like it's a videoshoot (London On Da Track, b**h)

Ooh, she know what she doin' (What she doin')

Ooh, she turn out for the crew (The crew)

I don't want them dollar bills, not the newest (Newest)

Ain't no tellin' what she gon' do for the blue ones

Sippin' lean like it's some berry Ciroc (Like it's Ciroc, n**a)

Feelin' presidential like I'm Barack (Like I'm Barack, n**a)

Bottles comin' 'til I tell 'em to stop (Yeah)

Hold up, wait, stop

So much money that I don't know what to do with it

Still spendin' old money on these new b**s

Long as you keep dancin' like that

I'ma throw it, pop that p**y, now throw that ass back (Baow, baow)

Don't be on that lame s**t

Don't be on that lame s**t

Tell them h**s you came with the same s**t

Don't be on that lame s**t

The wrong one to play them games with, girl

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (You know why you came)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

Don't be on that lame s**t

Hey, I'm blowin' doadie with the homies

I ain't have no money, ain't none of the h**s know me

And now my denims is full of the dirty doughy

You really 'bout a bag, lil' baby, you gotta show me

I'll pull up on my lonely, where ya at?

Pull this thing over and thunder you from the back, ayy

I made a quarter million in the trap

I'm not a rap n**a, just kinda know how to rap

The h**r finna overnight the pack

It'll be there in the mornin', just tell lil' whoadie relax

Yeah, bust it open for me, make it clap

I'ma throw a hundred ones, then tell her to run 'em back

Don't be on that lame s**t

Don't be on that lame s**t

Tell them h**s you came with the same s**t

Don't be on that lame s**t

The wrong one to play them games with, girl

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (Don't be actin' lame)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (You know why you came)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (Why you wanna play these games?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

What up, though? (What up, though?)

Don't be on that lame s**t (Yeah)