Be flexing in the morning yeah I wakeup rich
I got off white on my shirt designer on my kicks
I ain't got no love for that hoe no more
We got plenty bullets when gon up the score
She like where you at who the hell you calling
I just want that money I keep f*cking ballin
When you said you love me I knew you was lying
You just broke my heart so why the hell you crying
My whole gang got rich
I'm like f*ck that bitch
I can't even love you
My heart don't exist
I been sipping tris
Missed the act tho
I'm a asshole
Where your swag bro
Be flexing in the morning yeah I wakeup rich
I got off white on my shirt designer on my kicks
I ain't got no love for that hoe no more
We got plenty bullets when gon up the score