Y′all rocking with DJ Scheme, little bitch

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (hold on, huh)

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it

I′ve seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that's for certain killas

But shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass

I′ll be damned if I ain′t hittin'

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery

Niggas couldn′t ever leave the crib

I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall

′Cause we young, huh, gotta live"

I know niggas growin' up prematurely

But fuck it, nigga, I ain′t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like 13

Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

And by any means that's necessary

Designer jeans, my hereditary

I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February

Like oh man, crazy as hell

This job only pay me a lil′

Wonder how a Mercedes′ll feel?

Daydreamin' ain′t payin' a bill

Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back

All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh

Lambo truck straight pitch black

Shoppin′ at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh

My unborn daughter got a rich dad

First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh

Good gas, boy, we smell that

Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don′t plan to spend it

I've seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that′s for certain killas

But shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass

I′ll be damned if I ain't hittin′

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery

Niggas couldn't ever leave the crib

(What′d you say? What'd you say Cordae?)

I said, "Fuck this shit, let′s head to the mall

'Cause we young, huh, gotta live" (okay)

I know niggas growin' up prematurely

But fuck it, nigga, I ain′t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like 13

Just to prove to niggas I ain′t scurry

(Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)

Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin′ my presence

Like a navy but your closed eyelids (closed)

Feelin' like a menace to society

I′m Dennis The Menace without sobriety

Hold my beer (oh my), ayy, listen here

To make that kind of money

You gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (ayy, ayy, ayy, it′s tear)

I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I′m makin′ it rain, dear (rain)

Soundin' like I′m Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (huh), uh, uh, uh

She jackin′ my beanstalk, get that?

Golden Goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh

You nigga need to go and get your drip back

Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh

Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (woo)

Keepin' it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh

I′ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em

And how to handle the rock like I′m Jack Black, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh (get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter

Radioactive, I broke the emitter

You bitter, actin′ like unpaid babysitter (you bitter)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (bitter)

Flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver

Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter

Stay with the stick and the misfit, I'm Master Splinter (uh)

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don′t plan to spend it

I've seen this music game wasn′t on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that's for certain killas

But shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass

I′ll be damned if I ain't hittin' it

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery

Niggas couldn′t ever leave the crib

I said, "Fuck this shit, let′s head to the mall

'Cause we young, huh, gotta live"

I know niggas growin′ up prematurely

But fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried

Hopped up off the porch at like 13

Just to prove to niggas I ain′t scurry

If a nigga ever talk shit, I'ma finish him

Fuck the police and fuck George Zimmerman

Just told M1 he the new Timbaland

Niggas switched up on me, Aunt Vivian

Good kid from a mad city, no minivan

Love a fat ass, but really, I′m a titty man

Hit the strip club, spent at least about 50 bands

Fuck all the bullshit, I'm the real Dirty Dan

Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can't fuck with me

I′m a winner, you a runner up, Mike Huckabee

Luckily, cut some niggas off, now I′m sucker-free

My bitch, she's so fucking bad, buy her double C′s

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it

I′ve seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that′s for certain killas

But shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass

I'll be damned if I ain't hittin′ it

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewellery

Niggas couldn′t ever leave the crib

I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall

′Cause we young, huh, gotta live"

I know nigga growin' up prematurely

But fuck it, nigga, I ain′t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like 13

Just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry