Put that bitch on to my song
Hop in the whip and roll slow
They trynna pull up
But don't have a wheel
Bitch like what is that deal yea
Im bout to do it again
Im bout to deal with this song
Im bout to do it again
Bout to do it again
Bout to get all this dough
Im bout to pull on them
And won't give a f*ck
If they got many cash or them sticks
I just pulled up on my song
And be walking this beat
And be cooking this shit
Told you im popping
And riding my whip down the hill
Im bout to get my first mil
When others can't get it
They scream scream yea
I just be watching them guys
Them fake rappers
That can't even sing
And im just on my own
Buying stuff and then next
Im bout to do
Im bout to shoot
Im bout to send that bitch in hell
Whole lotta money and whole lotta style
Rapping this shit till 6am
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
Put it on
Open the gates lil bitch
I know we on yea
They don't know
Until i tell them what we on
One more minute here
And then im gone
The only thing that i can see
Is your ass lying to me
I don't care what you think
All i see is f*cking green
Doesn't matter where i've been
Im bout to pull up in this bitch
But the question is which
They got perks and guns and cars
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Her kisses just like a poison
And i pull out the gun
Bitch he froze there
Yeah move out the way
Oh where my bros at
Yeah they got a plan
But where your bros at
Yeah where your bros at yeah
Where your bros at
But when they pull up
It's gonna be so late
Yeah i woke up
Bitch where my phone at
Just living a dream
While im still ballin'
Yeah Yeah Yeah
While im still ballin'
Yeah Yeah Yeah
While im still ballin'