Lyrics
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon' drop it for the bag, she gon' drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that's just how I roll
Get to stashin all these hundreds on the day I fucking drop
Imma stack it to the ceiling, till the end I cannot stop
Lockin in for all my brothers, lock it in for all my dreams
Ain't nobody on my level, I just do as I please
Like what, I got em' watching like some fans
They think they can close the gap between us, y'all don't understand
All the sacrifices that I made, for these numbers
Kinda stupid how much I got paid, for those sleepless nights
Money, power, fame, that's all I need
Fuck you bitches, and your games, can't trust nobody
So I'm riding all alone, just me myself
I'm chillin' with this blown out phone, cause you know that
It's a hundred to the top, making money never stop
Shawty bad, why you mad, keep that metal like a cop
Got an uzi in my pocket, you can see the way I rock
Why she saying that she hate me, then she jumping on my cock
Smoking gas, smoke that shit up quick
I got a loaded .44 up on my side like I'm rick
Yeah all this money that I'm making turned me into a prick
She got a pretty face, and shawty got that ass, yeah it thick
You wanna fuck with me, I'll fill yo ass up with lead
I'm smoking tree, roll the backwood, counting my bread
And she be double texting, now she calling, girl we ain't friends
Don't let me catch you slipping, Imma leave you laying in red
I got a red dot, smoke pot, made too many bands
Private jet to your city, yeah my presence in demand
Got some diamonds on my rings, got some ice up on my hands
Hit the dash, I don't crash, whip imported from Japan, like
Why the fuck you talkin' when your girl inside my whip
Shawty getting way too crazy, with the way she move her hips
She gon' drop it for the bag, she gon' drop it on the low
All the competition coming for me, that's just how I roll