I don’t want no city girl, I want a bitch from the burbs I brought 10 in Neiman Marcus, I’m bout to go ahead and splurge How the fuck you get a gun? Back in school you was a nerd I don’t do no drive-byes, Imma walk up to yo curb I took a 4 to the face, yea I’m sipping while I swerve I don’t hang with broke niggas, they be getting my nerves Hit yo block by myself, they gone think it was The Purge You dick sucking niggas wave, boy that shit’ll never work 22 on my arm, I might put it on my shirt 22 in the clip but it really hold 30 I ain’t never clocked in, gone be there at 7:30 You ain’t made enough money to talk to me, you ain’t worthy If I tell em that I’m coming, they gone close the store early Good bricks in the sky and I ain’t talking bout no birdies Its a light 40 thousand, tell me who the fuck hurting? I get so much damn money, I can’t let no bitch hurt me Out the window with the choppa, I’ll flip yo car over I just blew 10 thousand boy you tryna work over You ain’t smoking real exotic, I’m telling you they got over Every time you see me, I swear my bitch a little colder My nigga good with his wrist, he gone get all the overs I’m good with my wrist too, I’m rerock til its over If you tryna make some money, I got like 10 different potions Got so many bad bitches, I got like 30 different oceans Bought so much damn Givenchy, they done sent me some more shit If you take a picture with me, better put it on a poster Ghetto nigga with some manners, put my cup on a coaster We was young as hell out here taking guns off yo holster You a little ass boy, you cannot compete with me I’m tryna make 100k in 5 days not weeks Smoove what the fuck you on 650 for a tee Smoove what the fuck you on 5k for a feature That little shit you bragging bout that ain’t really nothing to me We’ll let off 50 shots and I’ll aim it at yo feet Mix the Wocky with the red man I swear its so sweet 500 for a zip, what I’m smoking ain’t cheap