I’m Straight

Yeah Cook that shit up Quay! I look up, I see I got 'bout seven rides in the studio Know what I'm saying? Ya you know Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying? Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb (dumb-dumb) I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' to run with the clique Be the same ones throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gon' say shit I asked you about it, you lied You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys I really spent 2,000 on kicks and only wear 'em one time Something about a nigga mind frame Diamonds doing jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change 200 hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a namesake Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand Me and Sid had two different spots, but he was around the corner doin' the same thing Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes Tiger said he got the drop on the opps Fuck it, let's slide and shoot up the block Niggas knowin' how we come through G5 out the sunroof Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb (dumb-dumb) I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' to run with the clique Be the same ones throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gon' say shit We used trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by I'm cool on the love and the high-fives You niggas can't keep up with my guys You can't get all this drip in a lifetime I got out and ran it up at the right time We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign When the wifey, I told 'em I want to shine Man the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down I'm running this town, everything I say facts, niggas can't take that New Lamborghini 18 Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana I just keep buying all these Fantas I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb (dumb-dumb) I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' to run with the clique Be the same ones throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gon' say shit