Ayy, yo, Sammy,
What it is, fool
How's it runnin'
Bae, you know
You bad as hell
Bae, you know you pressure
Bae, you know you pressure
Ayy, you know you pressure
Uh, bae, you know
You bad as hell
Bae, you know you pressure
You can get that new Chanel
I can buy what ever
She say that I'm
Cause I get her extra
Ayy, n***a, cause
I get her extra
Tell her what it is
I can't tell her
What it ain't
All this hate
Look like makeup
It's all over they
Damn face
Bro, they love them 308's
I just love them 808's
In the booth like everyday
Tryna stay up all the way
You won't catch me in no mix
Nigga, I'm out here
Catching plays, nigga
Tell that bitch
To stand up straight
Cause I can't fall
In love with her
Tell that b***h to
Stand up straight
Cause I can't fall
In trust with her
I don't care about
Being your main
Bae, I'm not
Them other niggas
Uh, I ain't them
Other niggas
Bro started trippin
He said, hell nah,
He don't f*ck with niggas
Uh, say he don't f*ck with nigga
Bro, started trippin
He said, hell nah,
He don't f*ck
I was broke like GPS
And then I found a way
All these niggas ain't
Getting no money
Stuck inside a maze
Bae I'm not a street nigga
I stay out the way, uh
F*ck I look like
Toting guns
I'm tryna get some paper,
You ain't on no money chase
Then we cannot relate
Niggas out here broke as hell
But they be tryna hate
Nigga, remember I was broke,
Now I made a way, nigga
Remember I was poor, uh
Now I'm getting paid, nigga
Remember I was broke, uh
Now I'm getting cake, nigga
We ain't had no motion, uh
Now we getting plays, nigga
Remember I was broke, uh
Now I'm getting paid, nigga
Remember I was broke, uh
Now I made a way, nigga
Uh, she say I don't leave
Every time we go,
I'm tryna put her on
These n****s talking
About this shit
They never done before
I need some paper
So I can go
I'll sell up all these shows,
Ayy, bae, you know
You bad as hell
Bae, you know you pressure
You can get that new Chanel
I can buy whatever
She say I'm lit as hell
Cause I get her extra
Ayy, n***a,
Cause I get her extra
Tell her what it is
I can't tell her what it ain't
All this hate look like makeup
It's all over they face
Bro, love them 308s
I just love them 808's
In a booth like everyday
Tryna stay up out the way