Lyrics
Hunneds on the sign (Alright)
Until the nine is on the sign (Fuck it, turn it up, Cashyy)
You know? Hmm
I could—
I can't take niggas serious like they all (You know?)
These niggas all gay, we all straight
We all paid (Alright)
Ayy
I can tell you goin' broke, nigga
Everybody laughin' at you, you a joke, nigga
I get paid to rap, I get a— for a show
My lil' nigga still fuckin' with them bows on the low, nigga
I guess your loan money runnin' out
Nigga, I get paid just to talk, so I don't see a drought
Better watch what you say when you talk, can get shot in the mouth
Nigga, I rock chains like a slave, but I work for I
Okay, Saks Fifth shoppin'
Eight fifty on the Off-White, hot top, okay
What I spent on weed today, I should've bought a Glock
Tryna say fuck you in a better way, kick rocks
Bitch, stop, tick tock (Ayy, okay)
Choppa time, tornado kid to the rescue
Twenty bands for one, you get fifty if you catch two
I just bought some shit so big
Could shoot straight through a vestibule
Had to ball with that choppa, shot him in his testicles (Shit, shit)
Somebody get a toilet
I would say drop a bag, but you probably can't afford it
Broke nigga tryna lease, don't got a grind, I can't support it
Your girl probably the man of the house, Norbit
Ooh, she let me put it in her mouth, Orbit (Lets Go)
Youngin gettin' blues in a drought, Corbin
Shorty, you the one, let's go to Washington, Georgia
Chain got these motherfuckers drownin', water
Steppin' on these niggas in some kicks that they ain't heard of
Bustin' off a bean, my dog on lean, he like a turtle
Ayy, I bang the B's for Bink and got two guns 'cause I murder
Wish a nigga play with me, bitch, on my son, I'ma hurt him (Rrrt)
I don't trick, bitch, but I might buy a ho somethin'
Ain't payin' your whole rent
But I might give a bitch like four hundred
Ayy, lil' bitch ain't used to shit, she ain't got no money