Regardless I'm gon' make that money keep coming
I started with nothing this shit ain't bout nothing
I'm heartless these bitches they know how I'm coming
I'm in neiman marcus I'm spending some money
If we ever see you we spinning we cutting
These hoes for the people, they tryna be something
Oh now that bitch speaking she must wanna fuck me
I got the fans tweaking, it's boutta get ugly
Them niggas ain't decent they bitches is ugly
I'm stacking i'm eating, i know my day coming
I kept my shit buzzing when niggas stopped buzzing
My vision got tunneled when niggas got funny
Somedays it rains and some days it's sunny
Some days it's planes and some days it's junkies
Me spitting pain made me some money
Niggas got aim this shit ain't bout nothing
Bet that bitch need me way before I need her
Off-white the sneakers niggas tryna keep up
I put my stilo jacket on, im cleaner
Niggas is garbage asking for a feature
Become a target when you get a beamer
Ain't gonna bargain, I ain't going cheaper
Bitch wanna argue wit me for no reason
Got the clip sticking out it's hoodie season
I can't complain yo i'm good i'm breathing
Yo im good, im breathing
I can't complain
You feel me, I feel you
I can't complain
You feel, you can't do what, I can't complain, you can't do what
I'm in a 911 on the 101
They 'ont know where i'm coming from
Swing from the rip dawg it ain't no one on one
They 'ont know where i'm coming from
We never sell guns or we swap guns
Ain't no niggas we running from
I had to stay down making block runs
Ok i'm boutta cop something
I never knew the feeling 'til I got one
Look now I got one
I never thought that this would be the outcome
But this is the outcome
Niggas don't run shit they let they mouth run
Balling hard til the scouts come
We wit the dumb shit we done shot something
Look now the cops coming
I come correct when I drop something
Cut her a check so she stop bugging
I got good sex and the thots love it
Niggas be pressed but i'm not bugging
Good where i'm from, my block loves me
I was so young wit them Glocks on me
Spare me there's nothing yah got on me
Rarely these niggas got drops on me
Apparently I got some guap on me
Apparently I'm boutta pop homie
Apparently I upped my stock on em
Apparently i'm getting hot on 'em (apparently)
Saint Laurent jeans I'm wearing em
Niggas out here is embarrassments
These bitches is all for the team
That's why I fuck 'em don't marry 'em
You know that I carry it
You know, if you don't, now you know