Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' nigga wanna act cool
Triple S, double G'd up to the hat too
And you know the sweater cost a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might f*ck around and smack you
Catch a nigga walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that nigga stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
Only thing, I won't die for the clout
I don't know what that shit be about, I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in a cloud
With some lame bitch I ain't left the town, I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking shit straight out the pound, I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
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Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' nigga wanna act cool
Triple S, double G'd up to the hat too
And you know the sweater cost a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might f*ck around and smack you
Catch a nigga walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that nigga stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
Only thing, I won't die for the clout
I don't know what that shit be about, I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in a cloud
With some lame bitch I ain't left the town, I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking shit straight out the pound, I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
Who says the lil' nigga wanna act cool
Triple S, double G'd up to the hat too
And you know the sweater cost a rack too
Boy I ain't with talkin', I might f*ck around and smack you
Catch a nigga walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
Heard that nigga stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
Zip up that boy, then we out
Only thing, I won't die for the clout
I don't know what that shit be about, I'm like, yeah, yeah
On my way to L.A. in a cloud
With some lame bitch I ain't left the town, I'm like no, no
Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
So I'm smoking shit straight out the pound, I'm like, yeah, yeah
All my big homies proud, I'm like, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My nigga hoopin' and I tell 'em, "Go crazy"
My brother stupid, tell him, "Don't have no babies"
And shoutout Cupid, I'm in love with my baby
My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
But f*ck it, it ain't like these bitches gon' pay me
I'm rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
My wrist is glistenin', bitch cost a Mercedes
My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
Late night, we was over runnin' on the back street
Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
Baby, I'm a trapper, let me f*ck you to a fast beat
Boy, I'm not a rapper, all you rappers wanna rap beef
All these lil' bitches wanna about they had me
Everybody from the f*ckin' city wanna tag me
Runnin' through the money like a motherf*ckin' athlete
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer by the minute, try to catch me
Writer: Christian Todd
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC