Letras
(Heero)
We in this bitch, man, yeah
Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
I can't understand
Count that shit up like, yeah
Fifty grand and a hundred grand, this shit can't fit in rubber bands
Pop out with that cash money, bitch, I feel like Stunner, man
Know I play for keeps and I'm not losin' to no other man
All my exes say that I'm they Drake, I'm the best they ever had
She gon' be my baby, I say, baby, chase your dreams then
I'm too rich for feelings, you gon' have to change the deal to plan
(Hold the fuck up, I just thought about it)
How you wanna be my bitch when you don't even know my middle name?
Michael Jackson tattin' on me, I don't fuck with Billie Jean
Bank account got lotta O's, that shit look like some onion rings
Take a bitch and change her life, I dress her up like Halloween
I wake up, feel like Malcolm X, I need this shit by any means
Pretty girl like Alabama, say I'm a dog, I'm not a barker
Keep a drum like my name Travis, call me daddy like your father
I'm talkin' real with money back, and I get that dough just like a baker
Every time they push me down, I get back up like Undertaker
Maybach rollin' shades up, and y'all just need some privacy
They threw my dog a letter, he had a choice, he still kept a G
Blamin' other niggas for why you broke, that don't sit right with me
If rap ain't never work, I still be pushin' plates like Applebeer
Yeah, I was in the trenches with my Glock, rockin' Hilfiger
Player ass nigga with a mill, call me Mac Miller
She don't like a fighter, hit a doctor, get a back picker
Hit it from the back, it say, "Purr," I'm a cat killer
Haha, kill the pussy Bang, I'ma cat killer
She want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, she want it from the back, from the back, okay
Okay, I hit it from the back, from the back, okay