Yo, turn that shit up Ooh, you ain't really having motion, I'm like

who

In my city, it's a jungle, ****, it's a zoo He think I like him, then I ghost him, I can't

be your boo And I don't really have no feelings, ****

fuck them too I'ma get my bag, bitch, that's for sure

I can never cuff a ****, cause they always givin' whore

I'm just somewhere counting racks, so one day I can go explore

This not for the ones that's rich, cause ****, I used to be poor

I just want the money, cars, clothes, shoes, bitch galore

If it's smoke, you know I will bring the shit right to your door

While her **** tryna fuck with me and got a happy home

Man, I do this shit for Jada, I stood up, my legs are strong

I said, this not for the ones who was born rich Bitch, I really got it out the mud on some farm shit

**** sellin' meds, got him thinkin' he's a pharmacist

I just hit him up when I get drunk, I do not want the bitch

Man, I got this tunnel vision, walk in, I get all attention

**** show me love, and in love, plus I get all the bitches

I can't trust shit, that's why I will not involve all my feelings

I'm not gon' stop until I'm up at least a couple millions

My shit, I'm a pop, only thing bout this life shit is when you gone it never stop

Bitches always wanna beef, I told that bitch, punch in the clock

I'm from the hood, so I like Glocks, fine **** buckin' knots

Granny lived in old times, she still put money in her socks

I can't lie, I'm gettin' old, and my heart is gettin' cold

Fuck off, bitch, I'm gettin' bold, I can't talk, I'm on a road

It's not what you do, it's how you do it, write that on my stone

No matter what I go through, forever straight, that's on my soul

Swear to God, people be foo, I'll do me and you do you

Fuck my slimes, I'm out the roof, next bitch that's talkin' loud

Stomp on her shit in workin' boots, I'm just givin' **** blues

And they still ain't got a clue, last dude is old news

Eventually, I'll need somethin' new, I'm just 20, havin' fun

I'm not tryna jump the broom, smokin' gas, I feel like Snoop

Hit the gas to hear the vroom

You put me last, what point you prove

Train my mind to put me first, so I treat you like the caboose

Ooh You ain't really havin' motion, I'm like, who

In my city, it's a jungle, ****, it's a zoo

He think I like him, then I ghost him, I can't be your boo

And I don't really have no feelings, ****, fuck them too