I keep bad bitches all around me
I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight
They tryna down me
But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast
I made it far so I'm thankin' God
I do not go to no bars, I'm in the car with the stars
I can't pull up, I can't park it if they ain't valet
I'm in Houston with a bitch and her friend, she gay
She don't suck dick but tonight, it's all in her mouth
I just fucked a bitch who was supposed to be my God Sis
I'm so dirty, I'm so fucked up, I don't give a damn
And if you owe me, I need taxes like I'm Uncle Sam
I keep bad bitches all around me
I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight
They tryna down me
But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast
Tell me how it's s'posed to go, oh
My swag is on overload, woah
With Lil Yachty now row your boat, row
They know us, we don't know them hoes, no
Got my home boys, got my home girls
Fuck these haters, I keep livin' in my own world
I get money, I flip money on my own tours
All my coupes skrrt skrrt, you don't own yours
Champagne in the sky, just a toast up
Dubs up high, rep the coast up
Deuce deuce, two two, gon' and add more digits
Woo woo, I had to bring the 4 up in it
I keep bad bitches all around me
I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight
They tryna down me
But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast
Ayo, I talk with Lil Yachty, I fuck with Lil Yachty
I don't roll too much broccoli, but I fuck with Lil Yachty
I told lil bro, get your money and fuck these hotties
Don't worry 'bout these niggas, your shit poppin' every party
Yeah, I started from the bottom on the low
I put my homies on for sure (I put my niggas on)
Don't pat me on my back, no (I put my niggas on)
'Cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Uh, I don't need no back pattin', nigga, I'm a real nigga
I just want you to say I'm good when I ask you what's the deal with your rear
They don't make 'em like that no more, rare
Pull up, every homie in a foreign now, that's real
I keep bad bitches all around me
I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight
They tryna down me
But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothin' but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it's time for a toast