Hold up wait, turn me up sis
Hold up wait, my phone wait, wait
Sci Fi on the beat
Oh Man God Damn
Red head like Matt Hardy
Fuck your lil bitch she was hardy
Yeah I'm riding on the harley
And turn it up on my body
I swear to God man, I got a shawty
You run up on me and catch a body
A matter fact I got a 30
Oh shit, it's shooting Curry
Back in the days I was broke
Man I was tryna steal some Coke
Jugging nigga sellin' soak
(?) get that dope
Now a nigga sellin' out at shows
Fucking bitches all in my shows
All designer, clean my clothes
All designer, clean my toes
All this blue cheese on me
Can't fuck a nigga, they phony
Playing bitches just like Sony
Or run up on me, turn into baloney
Oh yeah, all I know is money
I swear to God, I ain't no dummy
Or feds, they is the dummy
We was never getting money
Poppin' on pills like junkies
Sippin' on lean, they funny
All these bitches they annoying me
And diamonds on me, it's a surgery
Baby girl said she heard of me
And baby girl get away from me
And yeah, you can have my baby
I know you heard I was crazy
Bitch I make a nigga do a flip flop
Keep talking shit, get your shit smashed
I ain't with the twitter beef
And you can meet me in the streets
Red head like Matt Hardy
Fuck your lil bitch she was hardy
Yeah I'm riding on the harley
And turn it up on my body