Pull up with the tangles, diamond rings, bitches all over Shawty on the bank, I'm on the yacht, I need to show off Pull up in that V, *** like Sherry and Mona Lisa You say we ride on these bitch niggas real quick, let's get em Now every time I creep through the block, rooftop, Miss Coupe by four o'clock Top to the bottom, then the bottom to the top, oh lord Lookin' for a freak, legs up sloppy, baby come on Top to the back, then the back to the top, oh lord Show me where that money, bet I go and get it Everybody want the fame but they don't wanna pay the ticket Shawty said she wanna roll up, nigga with some Tims on Move a lil' rock like the old Tim dog, she love me low Then she wipe me off clean, I'm at the dealer cashin' out Then I'm spinnin' off men, *** the niggas talkin' bout They won't get it off, chain just keep the burnin', stay the taller Work under the sink, in the front, got them haters in the red Now closest niggas to me gone, I ain't let a tear down Hey, we in the game, we done ***ed up they career Now they know how I'm on it, get it how I want it Now every time I creep through the block Rooftop messin' coupe by polo *** up all the top to the bottom Then the bottom to the top, oh lord Lookin' for a freak, legs up sloppy, baby come on *** up all the top to the back Then the back to the top, oh lord Goddamn, I know Mama prayin' in the room, I'm in the next room Bangin' words, washin' knuckles I need my shoes questionin' my vibes From Geneva, I got shooters from Chicago You drippin', get your goggles in the jungle With the rivals, if you walk up, then you hit the lotto If you need that work, thot, don't hit up Broadway, call up Gothel and Jet Two hours to Cabo, no IV Shooters, no IG, I'm on frontline Money on my mind, money truck Beep, beep, beep, flatline Baby, stop frontin', you see them cold-weight broads And them foreign cars Outlaws, yeah, yeah Baby, stop frontin', you see them cold-weight broads And them foreign cars What if God's, ayy, ayy Yeah, they try to throw the book at a nigga Baby mama, she won't even look at a nigga Waste of talent, uh, never that Anytime he aces the deuce, nigga, bet it back Every time I'm on my way to school Biggest set of rap, had to watch for the pig Undercover's a set of trap, max You're not like them, nigga, you're different Gray with the dick, baby, say I'm eccentric Never mention my name in a sentence Niggas be chicks these days, they need attention Four-door Lambo needs suspension Too many five-hoes out there in Brooklyn Too many lutes from Harry Fraud Push it, paid for a lot, Bobby Flay, good *** This what needs supposed to happen, we pushed it Sautéed the nigga brain, cooked it Now, every time I creep through the block Rooftop, messy coupe by Polaroid Thump, thump, throw the top to the bottom Then the bottom to the top, all over Lookin' for a freak, legs up, sloppy Baby, come on Thump, thump, throw the top to the back Then the back to the top, all over Goddamn, I know Goddamn, I know Goddamn, I know Goddamn, I know Goddamn, I know Goddamn, I know