Now my bitch, she get a breakin' if I make her mad Now I'm rich, I stuff a hunnid in a trash bag Bitch, my n***a put that on my momma and my dad He the one, she said that I'm the best she ever had I'm a big boss, fuck her, then I make her get lost Cause she all like criss-cross, buck fifty with my wrist cuff Just one call, we gon' knock her out Bought a crib, moved up the loft Bad bitch, then I act too soft On the drain, got my doors locked I don't need no friends Maybe I drop a truck, I pre-order a Benz That's your baby momma, like a write-down, like a bowling pin Got a hundred bands on me right now, and they infinite Just thought I ain't finished yet Left the quarantine with a bigger check Made four mil just to be correct I could buy a pad and put it on your neck Oh, I mean, put it on your ass Hit it four times, they gon' end up dead Beam on him and it might be red Ain't kill a n***a, fuck this bitch instead Bottega, I'm an addict I just met this bitch last night, she call me daddy Fucked her in a Caddy, call herself a baddie Send her fifty thousand in a Uber, what's the addy? Now my bitch, she get a breakin' if I make her mad Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in a trash bag Bring my n***a, put that on my momma and my dad Fuck her once, she send it out in the best she ever had I'm a big boss, fuck her, then I make her get lost Cause she all like crisscross, buck fifty with my wrist cuff Just one call, we gon' knock her mother Bought a crib, moved up the loft Bad bitch, then I act too soft On the drain, got my doors locked But don't sleep, I might not hear my phone beep I'm at home on the gas, I call you when I'm on E I'm at home countin' money, I lose my count, I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day and gave all my thoughts They don't keep, I do it bigger than bosses With all these sticks, it's be golfing With all these drippers, a faucet Turned all the pictures to portraits Got too rich, I'm a talker My momma wish I would bargain But I walk in like a talker Money talkin', they argue And I put my trust in the funds Make her dust off the ones I drop some tuss in my punch Then drop some nuts on her gums Chuck the deuce up with her That's just a couple of ones When she get pissed, I ice her wrist And make her fuck with some gloves I love her Now my bitch, she get a breakin' if I make her mad Now I'm rich, I stuff a hundred in the trash bag Be my nigga, put that on my momma and my dad Be the one she send it out in the best she ever had I'm a big boss, fuck her, then I make her get lost Cause she all like Chris Cross Buck fifty with my wrist cut Just one call, we gon' knock him out Bought a crib, moved up the loft Bad bitch, then I act too soft On a drink, I might doze off But don't sleep, I might not hear my phone beep I'm at home on the gas, I call you when I'm on E I'm at home countin' money I lose my count, I'm gon' freak Bought a house the other day And gave all my thoughts down on key