I know dat that bitch is starin'
I got my money not carin'
I got my money not sharin'
Her and I got a connection we parin'
(Huh)
That boy a dreamer
Ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer
I'm smoking dope you can't handle
He want the smoke then it's lit like a candle
I'm getting money I know it's a handful
Say you get money we know that's a scandal
(Huh)
Like what you relate to?
What is this life that you came to?
Say that you real but I know that you fake too
I know you a bum
Talk to my face when you talking that shit
Walking around with these rocks on my wrist
Walking around with a limp in my hip
'Cus the money so heavy it hit when it stick
Rocking a fit that's so fresh that your bitch think I'm famous
She'll walk up and ask for a pic
Your man think that I'm famous
So he showed me his mixtape and asked how it is
(No, no, no, no, no, no,)
Comin' around with that trash and I kick it
I had to go and go get it
Laying in bed with my hand on her titty
That'd be the reason I hit it
(Oh)
(Huh)
I know dat that bitch is starin'
I got my money not carin'
I got my money not sharin'
Her and I got a connection we parin'
(Huh)
That boy a dreamer
Ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer
I know dat that bitch is starin'
I got my money not carin'
I got my money not sharin'
Her and I got a connection we parin'
(Huh)
That boy a dreamer
Ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer
I'm ridin' around in a beamer