[Intro]
Poppin' that shit and I'm droppin' a bitch, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
[Verse]
I'm poppin' that shit and I'm droppin' a bitch
Carti' the watch, see the rocks in the wrist
Fuckin' this ho, she a slimy lil' bitch
The cameras are rollin', the clock finna tick
Ain't even thuggin', you been in the way
Free all my niggas who locked in the cage
I'm flippin' the bag, chasin' money for sure
Black on black Benzes, good pussy galore
Show her the view, then it's bussin' for sure, bussin' for sure
Drinkin this Wock' and it's bussin' for sure, bussin' for sure
Never had it like this (This), curbside it like that (That)
Pull up, gettin' that bag (Bag), serve a nigga over bae, yeah
Player shit, been the illest nigga, still G'd up when it's business, uh
45 in the bookbag for them bitch niggas in they feelings, uh (Yeah)
How you feel when the money come be the same way for them bitches, uh (Yeah)
Tryna turn this lil' hustle shit to some lemonade from a lemon, uh
Seen his bitch ass get nailed, and I ain't never felt no pain from that
Shed tears on a Moncler, couple cold nights, we was made for that
Niggas posted on them stairs, ain't nobody finna come save your ass
Better get right or get left (Get left), how many times do I gotta tell your ass, nigga?
[Outro]
Goin' the fast way, go to the club
They all comin' out, they holiday