I can′t fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves

Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt

I can′t fall in love 'cause i'm puttin′ the money first

Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt

Bitch, i′m flexed up

Tell me why these hoes always gotta be so extra

Chasin' hella commas till i′m whippin' in a Tesla

Remember I was down now I never feel the pressure

Used to drop the cookies on my motherfuckin′ dresser

I was down back then

But i'm up now!

Remember she don′t like me but she hit my phone to fuck now

IPhone keep on ringing swear it's like I am the plug now

Money coming to me

I ain't gotta sell no drugs now

Bitch we coming for you send these shots like alcoholic

I remember being broke and having nothing in my wallet

Either Gucci or the Louis if I see it then I cop it

While these fuckers hatin′ on me

Tell these hatin′ bitches "Stop it"

I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves

Call out to my shooter he puttin′ you on a shirt

I can't fall in love ′cause i'm puttin′ the money first

Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt

I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves

Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt

I can′t fall in love ′cause i'm puttin′ the money first

Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt

I can't fuck with rappers these bitches get on my nerves

Call out to my shooter he puttin′ you on a shirt

I can't fall in love ′cause i'm puttin' the money first

Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt