I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk, huh I go ber-ser -ser -ser -serk, huh I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk, huh I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk
Rändöm Müsic, bleh
I just count this paper, now count it just for fun
Nigga be talkin' that shit, but don't even got a gun
Nigga be talkin' that shit, but you not the one
Like stop, stop when you put my name in your mouth
Like what? I got me a crib and I bought me a house
I brought up an M and I bought me a bag
I bought Balenciaga and I still see the tag (yeah)
And you a broke lil bitch, you a fake friend (yeah)
I'm goin' so nuts, yeah, yeah, I'm goin' so nuts
Uh, yeah, I'm goin' bërsërk, uh, yeah, I'm goin' bërsërk
I pop a molly and I'm geekin, I'm geekin, I pop a molly and I chilled
I'm in the back and I'm poppin' perky-perky, now I'm feelin' really thrilled
I went Paris last week just to see the fashion
Went to L.A. the next week to rave the f*ck up
I got a light-skinned shorty, tryna get into my Munyun
I broke that bitch up in a text so she can't have no fun, yunds
Heh, heh, heh, uh
I told that bitch, she, shut the f*ck up, you know I can't have none
I told that bitch, she a spoiled lil' bitch, she ain't shit either
Why the f*ck you want me? But then you went to the next nigga
You said we twin, but we not twin
We're not even friends, so what the f*ck
Like what you on
Bitch, you ain't shit, bitch, you ain't shit
Huh, I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk
Huh, I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk
Huh, I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk
Huh, I go ber-ser-ser-ser-serk
Love ain't real
Chase the paper before you get a bitch
Then you'll get a real bitch
When you get that money up
F*ck
Rändöm Müsic