Never get it twisted Everything cold like Christmas, Gifted White T-Shirts and I’m always gold wristed Bitch you better wash my dishes Never got a mix bad bitch In the kitchen fixing the shit That she found on Pinterest Skinny white boy So they thinkin’ I’m a joke But they know I’m never broke Because of compound interest Give it to her
Straight like that Straight like that Girl I ain’t even got cake like that If money is an issue I ain’t really fuckin’ with you I’m just fuckin’ with you I don’t wanna date like that Need a black girl in the next video Cause the white girls don’t know how to shake like that Drop it Baby let it break like that Let them bitches hate like that Straight like that
I’m like step back I don’t know you Couple of amateurs And them Pro-Tools Your new shit is just old news You can’t produce no hits Man, you believe the shit that they told you I’m ridin’ round in that old school I got more grain than Whole Foods You broke dude, well no shit Man, I got a hotel room full of chronic smoke Wall to wall with all kinda hoes I ain’t fuck em’ all yet but I’m kinda close I’m tryin’ to knock em’ all down like dominoes Girl, drop that shit to the ground Pick it up, look what I found Real king, no crown Man they lovin’ my style So I’m running my town Shut the government down Man, I give it to em’
Straight like that Straight like that Do the whole thing in one take, like that I’ma tell you like Dreamer told me Don’t touch that shit, man its straight like that Been killing this shit Man you feeling this shit Get a million hits With a bass, like that Sleeping on a kid When they late, like that Tell me why they hate, like that Straight like that