(Hm)
(Yeah)
Bands all in my head (Yeah)
Bands all in my head
(Hm)
(Yeah)
Bands all in my head
Bands all in my head
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Presies all in my head (Yeah)
Money all in my head (Yeah)
Came through with a check (Yeah)
Lay a nut on her breast (Yeah)
Came through with a check (Yeah)
Crosses all in my neck (Yeah)
Talking shit with my chest (Yeah)
My heart turned cold, riding round in that mode (Huh)
Can't let that go (Yeah)
Bagging up hella hoes (Uh, yea)
I've been on go (Yeah)
Pushing up hella dough (Yeah)
She dance on poles (Yeah)
She bust it down on the low (Yeah)
My heart gon' bleed (Yeah)
She swallowing up my seed (Yeah)
Can't live with grieve (Yeah)
Counting up hella cheese (Yeah)
That shit ain't cool (Hmm)
Hopping out of that coupe (Yeah, yea)
That shit ain't cool (Yeah)
Folding up when you lose (When you lose)
(Yea)
I like my girls bad and my money long like I'm woozy
I like a lineup of them bad bitches I'm choosing
Yea my head high and my feet grounded I'm Uzi
Yea my mind loud, no thoughts shallow, I ain't losing
(Yea)
I cannot lose
Cutthroat with that hard work , yea I swear to god I ain't losing
Back in with my bag in, yea I swear to god I ain't snoozing
F*ck boys gon' hate but ain't gon' do none I ain't doing