[ Featuring
YG ]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Can't never switch
Huh
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy, huh
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (huh)
I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr)
I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah)
Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah)
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt)
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby)
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper (I got mo' paper)
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
Where my stash box? (Stacks)
Bring the racks out (racks)
Watch your bad bop (bad)
I blew that cash out (cash, what)
Yuh, ayy, ran my money up now I got mo' haters (I got mo' paper)
Bitches wanna f*ck 'cause I got mo' papers
Now I Speed Race, I want more face
My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith
Hermès links, check the sinks
Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (touch her, huh)
I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr)
I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah)
Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah)
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt)
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby)
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (fast)
Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (niggas mad)
Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (splash)
You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash
I painted my 6-4 red, a lot of my homies dead
Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
On Bloods, I need that head, I'm tryna feel it in my legs
I'm tryna spend a little bread, f*ck it up at Saks, yeah
All my bitches drive Benz, I'll put you in a Benz (I'll put you in a Benz)
All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M's (finesse them M's)
Seen that nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did (oh yeah, yeah she did)
Before you f*ck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
You ain't a boss, you can't touch her (huh)
I might just paint the Bentley mustard (skrr)
I got rich, that's on my mother (yeah)
Say she love you, still can't trust her (what, yeah, yeah)
Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it (skrrt)
But my frames, they Dior, I can't see, baby (I can't see, baby)
Why your boyfriend a lame? I got mo' paper
Bring the money out, now I got mo' haters
