They call me big baller but i'm not even a brand now
Boy you not a shooter so i'm gonna put my hands down
Used to ride a honda now i'm skrrting in the lamb now
My guys with it so tell your guys to stand down, aye
They dick ride me on the side
All that cap talk so I hit em with the nine
Turn your back and run empty clip to your spine
I don't shoot threes I'd rather throw dimes
I hang with my homies they my dog big slimes
They say rapping hard but I just rhyme
When I get a milli you know imma blow mine
When I get a milli im about to blow mine
You know I dont waste no time
When I take you out, hit you with that wine and grind
Your girl on my dick one day she will be mine
Im trynna speak the truth no way ill get declined
Just imagine being in my shoes
Wouldn't you wanna do what all the rappers do
Maybe make a song, a record label too
Or you would you f*ck it all and join the f*cking zoo
This is such a mystery
This beat go down in history
My girl all about that f*ckery
And you know we living luxury
And you know you dont got shit on me
Hit her once now she acting like she wearing me
I'm just living life with no f*cking in-betweens
If we don't make it that's because lifes not as it seems
But we got to make it as it seems
Put my family is a rocket cause money dont mean a thing
All these diamonds got me glistening
You got the car man i got the f*cking gasoline, aye