Yeah

I can show you where I'm from, but I really think I shouldn't

All these thousands I spent on my clothes, it's Helmut Lang my hoodie

And you went and did me wrong, when you promised that you wouldn't

All these hoes back then wouldn't look my way, but now these hoes be lookin

They like damn I went to high school with him, ha, you want a cookie?

Remember back then I would stumble, but I always kept my footing

Yeah, yeah

Money what's been good to me

I don't want no company

Cause lean it fell in love with me

Racks they come in duffles

I've been diggin' in these hunnids deep

Poppin' all these X's, I can't feel

You couldn't trouble me

Baby I like money

No, I'm sorry you can't love on me

Girl, I'm unpredictable, so please don't put your trust in me

Ridin' with them shooters, yeah them shooters send you underneath

It don't take me nothin' to leave you alone, girl, you'll get cut for free

And that blood come out my nose

And I know that I'm gon' fuck up, baby

That's the way life go

I got 30 rounds for shooters

If you want smoke, then let it go

I got time to chase these bags and rolls

No time to chase a hoe

If you wanted something real baby, why you ain't let me know?

I be rockin' all these fur coats, not no mink coat

Like a Eskimo

Yeah, like a tornado spin, I'm off one, okay

Every time that I got down, I went back up

I'll be okay

I'll be good no matter what, even if you left today

I've been ballin' girl, so what, bitch, I ball like NBA

If you got a problem with me baby, go your separate way

I don't got no time to argue baby, it's money to make

I rock red bottoms, I'm a real sipper, I rock Ed Hardy

Long live my dead partners, you got problems, let's solve it

That whip I dead start it, push the whip, I push to start it

You got problems, I kick em' up, like karate, wasabi

I'm off that lean, yeah, like a dead zombie

Maybe off the meds, prolly

Don't wanna argue, in your head, prolly

In a year, be dead prolly

I'm in the Aston Martin, I fuck up the road or sum

How she fuck another man, then run back, she a hoe or sum

Accusin' me of things I do not do, girl, I already know what's up

That X all in my stomach, twist and turnin, boy, I been throwin' up

Shooters out in North Carolina, call em, then they comin' up

Bitch, my cousin bangin' all them sets, watch what you throwin' up

You wishin' that I'd treat you better

Girl, I wish I gave a fuck

Cause I was beggin' for some help, and all you did was just go makin' fun

So I'mma treat you how you treated me, that's how I'm gon' make it up