[ Featuring Lil Baby ]
(Cheeze)
Married to the streets, I can't do forest
Know some rich niggas probably never make the Forbes list
Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordan's (Jordan's)
Make 'em take their phone, I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah
Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (karma)
I ain't f*ckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (comma)
Seven figure nigga, two commas (commas)
I be poppin' 'bout that money, some niggas even can't relate
I been runnin' up from zero, some shit I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talkin', as long as they in they place
I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain't f*ckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me
I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep
Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain't makin' nothin', confidential, we just leasin'
Only hittin' baddies, can't be f*ckin' 'round with decent
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' up, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
Gotta spend a hunnid if you really want it flewed out (period)
Pussy make him pack it up and move out (yup)
Hair worth the last name and new house
F*ckin' on a private my mood now (haha)
Let him eat this pussy on the G5
I'ma bounce this ass like I'm strippin' in the G5
Plenty niggas tryna hit, had to hit 'em with the deny
Tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (haha)
Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss bitch (boss bitch)
Multiple Birkins like they don't cost shit (cost shit)
Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin
Pussy tsunami, Miami dolphin (haha)
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (for the weekend)
We stayin' up, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' (yeah)
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (ha, what's up?)
JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (yeah)
I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin' flewed out (ah)
Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say, "Ooh, ah"
City Girls hot, but my jewelry too cool, ah
Everybody wanna be relationship goals (yeah)
How they tricks, sis, we ain't savin' these hoes (uh-huh)
Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (yeah)
Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (what's up?)
Post up the food but don't post the nigga (nah)
Post up the bag but don't post the spender (no)
Kiss and you tell? I'ma suspend you (bye)
Free game but this pussy expensive (period)
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' up, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
(Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend)
(Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend)
(Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend)
