[ Featuring E.T. Outta$pace ]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Pancake racks, I just flip it then I stack it, uh
Handsome young nigga with the swag just to match it
I ain't never need a stylist, pay the ticket for this jacket
Too much money in my pocket, f*ck it, I Versace bag it
Fill it up and then I zip it, bitch
Nigga, you ain't talking bout no money, better zip your lips
Hoe you asking me too many questions, bitch, I plead the fifth
Matter of fact, call a weed man, bitch, I need a zip
Okay, I'm high as f*ck
Niggas mad, they can't bite the swag, they ain't fly as us
He acting bad, touch me, that's his ass, he get fired up
Nigga, keep your eyes up
Watch for your surroundings
Niggas acting like they tough but niggas sweeter than the brownie
I got money on my conscience, uh, dollars on my mental
I don't need a pen, I still f*ck up the instrumental
Stop flexing in that car like it's yours, it's a rental
We take weed from out the jars, bag it up and then send em
Spend a ticket on this denim
Plus this shit that's coming out my dental, this shit venom
Plus I'm balling on him like 2K, these boys beginners, uh
Why you mad at me
Your bitch be sucking on my genitals
How you small as f*ck, but walk around like he a general
Gotta put your mask on, we cooking up the chemicals
Boy, you know my bag strong, this money I got plentyful
Tryna put her camera on me, but I don't do interviews
Now put your phone down, bend it over, give her good dick that's alone time
I remember I was broke as f*ck, but I'm on now
A lot of kush, a lil Versace Blue, that's my cologne now
Ha
That my cologne now
Bitch, I'm on now
Leave me alone now
If you ain't talking about that paper, What's the hold up
I got bows, I got leafs, they getting rolled up
I'm talking niggas, talking paper
We gon' roll up
Nigga froze up, bout that paper, huh
We gon' fye, fye, fye, fye, fye
See you later now
And I ain't doing all that ra-ra, getting paper now
And I was chilling with lil RaRa, he got paper now
And they say, Cam, he come straight from the six
He been hanging with them niggas who been known to send a blitz
All his life been on his own, but he been known for toting sticks
In his mind he keep going on and on and on bout getting rich
Or die trying
Most of these niggas ain't my kind
Wanna out shine
But ain't even shining hard enough to even be in they prime
I'm just trying to take my time
To be the hardest nigga ever, to step foot up on this earth to say he ever f*cking rhymed
