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Huh, shit, huh, oh my God, it′s Jay Montana, man

I can't love no bitch ′cause I want money, yeah, I run it up

Sippin' too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut

Chillin′ with the gang up in LA, oh yeah, we stupid up

How you fall in love? Man, she don′t want you, you a stupid fuck

I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin′ and they schemin'

Talkin′ down on gang, I'm finna pull up with my demons

Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman′s

Diamonds on me super cold, I'm feeling so anemic

I can't love no bitch, I can′t love no thot

Sippin′ on the drank, sippin' on the Wock′

Put me on a beat, all I do is walk

Fans blowin' my phone, telling me to drop

V don′t got no roof, I done dropped the top

Bro just got a coupe, skrrtin' off the lot

Totin′ on Berettas and we got some Glocks

You not talkin' money? I don't wanna talk

Yeah, your Rollie fake, I could hear the tick

I was fuckin′ broke, now I′m rockin' Rick′s

Choppa with a beam and it got a stick

Niggas started sellin' candy, now they movin′ bricks

We was fuckin' broke and bummy, lookin′ for a lick

Caught a nigga lackin', now we takin' all his shit

We was just some wild kids, we was just some jits

Momma always told me, "Boy, be careful who you with"

I remember growin′ up, I never really listened

Now I′m getting older, and I know that I was trippin'

When I′m in Chicago, bitch, I ball like Scottie Pippen

On a yacht, I'm living the sweet life like London Tipton

In a V, I′m doing like two hunnid, and I'm driftin′

Like in Tesla, I just spilled some Wock' in the kitchen

Ksubi jeans with the Balenci', bitch, I′m drippin′

Diamonds on me wetter than a lake, my VV's glisten

I can′t love no bitch 'cause I want money, yeah, I run it up

Sippin′ too damn much, I'm looking down, I got a stupid gut

Chillin′ with the gang up in LA, oh yeah, we stupid up

How you fall in love? Man, she don't want you, you a stupid fuck

I can't love no bitch, man, they be plottin′ and they schemin′

Talkin' down on gang, I′m finna pull up with my demons

Just came back from Saks, and now I blow a bag in Neiman's

Diamonds on me super cold, I′m feeling so anemic