I keep bad bitches all around me, I got good dreams So my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me, but I don't give a *** Cause if my homies eatin' I'll always be straight They try to clown me, but I got blinders on And I see nothing but the money in my face Look all around me, the homies good and the homegirls better So it's time for a talk I made it far, so I'm thankin' God I do not go to no bars, I'm in the car with the studs I can't pull up, I can't park it if there ain't valet I'm in Houston with a bitch and her friend she gay She don't suck dick, but tonight it's all in her mouth I just ***ed a bitch who was supposed to be my guy I'm so dirty, I'm so ***ed up, I don't give a damn And if you owe me, I need taxes like your Uncle Sam I keep bad bitches all around me, I got good dreams So my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me, but I don't give a *** Cause if my homies eatin' I'll always be straight They try to clown me, but I got blinders on And I see nothing but the money in my face Look all around me, the homies good and the homegirls better So it's time for a talk Tell me how it's supposed to go, oh My swag is on overload, woah But lil Yachty now roll your bone, woah They know us, we don't know them hoes, no Got my homeboys, got my homegirls *** these haters, I keep livin' in my own world I get money, I flip money on my own toes On my coupe, skirt, skirt, you don't own yours Champagne in the sky, just a toast up in it Dubs up high, rep the cold stuff in it Deuce, deuce, two, two, gone and had four digits Woo, woo, I had to bring the four up in it I keep bad bitches all around me, I got good dreams So my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me, but I don't give a *** Cause if my homies eatin' I'll always be straight They try to clown me, but I got blinders on And I see nothing but the money in my face Look all around me, the homies good And the homegirls better, so it's time for a toast Ayy, I talk with Lil Yachty, I *** with Lil Yachty I don't roll too much broccoli, but I *** with Lil Yachty I told Lil Bro, get your money and *** these hotties Don't worry about these niggas, your *** poppin' in your potty Yeah, I started from the bottom of the low I put my homies on for sure Don't pat me on my back, no That's what I'm supposed to do I don't need no back pay, nigga, I'm a real nigga I just want you to say I'm good when I ask you what's the deal with your rear They don't make em' like that no more rare Put up every homie in a foreign last war I keep bad bitches all around me, I got good dreams So my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me, but I don't give a *** Cause if my homies eatin' I'll always be straight They tryna clown me, but I got blinders on And I see nothin' but the money in my face Look all around me, the homies good in the home Girl, spread a soul, it's time for a toast