Yea
Pulling up in that east location
Baby girl you been f*cking with my patience
I got gas, but I swear that they laced it
Everyday I thank the lord what he made it
F*ck with you cuz you is not basic
Know you mad but the type to not say shit
Before you I was lost I was aimless
Everyday I thank the lord what he made it
I gotta get them racks
Gotta gotta get the pack
You know I get the bag
While you looking
You so mad
Getting to the cash
Yeah I do the dash
Cut up yeah you smashed
Yea I came for racks
Came from rags to the riches
I seen her in the pictures
Get up out that frame
Sorry you a lame
Shawty you can't hang
You aint gang gang yea
Last time I saw her yea
Im in awe