Too real for that bitch, she's used to phoney ones

I done ran it up, feel like the only one

Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun

Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt

Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun

I just want the grill then baby I'm done

Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones

She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"

Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones

I be in my bag, feel like the only one

I'm gettin to this money, if you ain't what the fuck is wrong with ya

Bitch, I ball like a motherfuckin pitcher

That's why your girl always tryna take pictures

I smash on that broad like my name was Luigi

Try to cuff me I broke free like Houdini

It ain't synthetic no homie this VV

Choker tennis, my neck Dratini

They wish I would fall off they're better off finding them a genie

I really be going off , I ain't on yet, but they really wanna be me

Bussin hard of all these drugs, whippin the Honda like a motherfuckin 'gini

I've been smoking only Za, fat ass nugs lookin like some kiwi

Gave him back his bitch, and now he owe me one

Diamonds they hittin', I don't need the sun

I spit it no written I be one and done

Baby I'm too different PG one of one

Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun

Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt

Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun

I just want the grill then baby I'm done

Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones

She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"

Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones

I be in my bag, feel like the only one

I be in my bag, yeah, they all lookin' sad, yeah

Hit em with a whole mag, yeah, peel his head back like a scab, yeah

Baby, I just want the neck, I ain't even try to tap, yeah

I popped me another X, this one triple stacked, yeah

Oh, uh oh, I be lit as fuck, they can't get me out my zone

I be gettin' stuck from what I'm puffin' out this cone

Got my money up and I did this shit on my own

Oh, uh oh, mix the pills up with the Wok inside my solo

I upgraded to Celine this ain't no Polo

Now he mad cuz I took his bitch just like a photo

Hundred dollar bills, wrapped in a bun

Hundred dollar bills, she gone stunt

Bussin off the pill, baby I'm spun

I just want the grill then baby I'm done

Too real for that bitch she's used to phony ones

She be talkin cap sayin im the "only one"

Pocket full of racks, that boy got only ones

I be in my bag, feel like the only one