Golden Globe Video (MV)

She want her then bands
She get her a man
Start taking them meds
Now she up in space
I pull up in Lambs
You flex on the Gram
You niggas a scam
Yo shit is all fake
Diamonds they hit got a two toned face
Said my pockets they eating
No food on plates
We a bring the chops out
Like screw oh wait
Slimey a get it
Know he bout business
Remember I wanted my cash up
All a nigga do is cash talk
Remember hoes passed my ass up
Now all the same hoes got they ass out
I don't even really wanna claim this fame no more
My nigga I'm passed clout
Wake up I got them bands on me
Seen the racks on me and passed out
Need a Richard Millie charm
Diamonds dance on my arm
I'm the goat no farm
We just got done touring
Bitch you late
Heard ya mixtape
That shit was boring
On me they snoring
Gotta set they alarms
They say Hellboy is the Gunna of Cincy
If it's yo main bitch I'm f*cking she pretty
Ain't mean to be late, I was stuck in a Bentley
And now I hop out and I'm stunting like Diddy
Niggas they hate, they be stuck in the city
Getting so angry, they ain't f*cking with me
Bad ass bitch, I might f*ck she from Houston
She do anything when she gone off the Henny, Aye
One, Two, Three, Four
The world inside my hands
Gone make it a golden globe
The bitch got mad at me
Just cause I was f*cking, hoes
But I told her I want neck
Just neck bitch nothing, more
Got chops might bust, and blow
Got what, what, goose
Might wanna duck and roll
My gang might up, the poll
Yo bitch she was gone eat me like a lunch-able
Then I had to break her heart
Cause I don't love no hoe
These niggas they wouldn't get it
They look at all my wrist is sick
Know niggas that's whipping birds
In the kitchen whipping pigeon shit
Hit ya main bitch
I hit and dip
Only like the bitch for her tits she thick
Pop another Tesla pill no car
If I gotta switch this shift I'm sick
She like my post wanna attention shit
Know slimes
But I know me some Crips and shit
Get snaked tryna hit but miss and shit
I'm hot like a pan no grits and shit
Pockets fat but yours on slim and shit
Wake up just to slide in the Benz and shit
I remember the times I was broke and shit
But it ain't no times where I miss this shit
Like Mike Tyson my diamonds hit
Run laps around rappers I'm fit and shit
Niggas they square ain't in my circle
Run circles round rappers I'm spinning shit
Spinning get it wave
But these niggas never surf
For these days I had to pray
Wasn't sitting in a church
Yeah yeah
One, Two, Three, Four
The world inside my hands
Gone make it a golden globe
The bitch got mad at me
Just cause I was f*cking, hoes
But I told her I want neck
Just neck bitch nothing, more
Got chops might bust, and blow
Got what, what, goose
Might wanna duck and roll
My gang might up, the poll
Yo bitch she was gone eat me like a lunch-able
Then I had to break her heart
Cause I don't love no hoe
One, Two, Three, Four
The world inside my hands
Gone make it a golden globe
The bitch got mad at me
Just cause I was f*cking, hoes
But I told her I want neck
Just neck bitch nothing, more
Got chops might bust, and blow
Got what, what, goose
Might wanna duck and roll
My gang might up, the poll
Yo bitch she was gone eat me like a lunch-able
Then I had to break her heart
Cause I don't love no hoe