Uh, woke up, nothin' in my cup
Go to the kitchen, lil' bitch, yeah, I gotta pour up
I see your bitch and I just wanna f*ckin' throw up
Cmagbro and me, we goin' up
F*ck a tweet, f*ck a post
Tell me why that bitch is wet like a boat
She said, "Tell me why you dress so cold?"
Lately, I been feelin' like I'm chosen
I just gotta go and watch my dosage
I look down, my wrist is frozen
Married to money, I can't get divorced and
Look how I'm movin', yea, look at the motion
Styrofoam cups, sippin' on purple potions
I'm too geeked, yeah, I be zonin'
Shit not rented, shit not stolen
She said, you next up, bitch, you right then
This bitch is nice and she like it
If I like this shit, then I'ma just buy it then
If thug say, light it up, then I'ma light it then
Oh shit, it's lit, need a fireman
Bitch took a X like a motherf*ckin' vitamin
Go get a check, lil' boy, stop cryin' then
Let's get this shit hot like a motherf*ckin' frying pan
You change up the story too much, don't lie, man
Soon they'll know, oh yeah, I'm like that
Yeah, and I'm countin' up my bags
That bitch wanna date, and I told her that I feel like Sosa, lil' bitch, cause I don't really like that
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma just say this one time, and I don't give a f*ck cause I'm not gonna say it again
Maybe you can hear me, but you're not getting the message, you really don't know what I'm sayin'
I don't give a f*ck bout' shit you lil' bitch I already know that you motherf*ckin' playin'
I'm on the rooftop, feel like I'm Thugger, yeah you can call me the Spider-Man
I need a bad lil' bitch like Gwen
Yeah, you wouldn't understand
Yeah, all the money come in
Yeah, stack it up, bands
Yeah, I'ma count up these racks
Yeah, I'ma count up these checks, yeah
I'ma count up these bands, yeah
Way too frozen