(Damn, my bad)

(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)

Yeah, pull up in a brand-new— psh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm actin' brand new, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hundreds, only brand new, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All these bitches ran through, yeah

Go and pay these bills, that's what I gotta do, yeah, yeah

You was hatin' on me, but I was proud of you, yeah (Yeah)

Pull up, my bitch drippin' in some Prada shoes (Some Prada shoes)

Yeah, go and get this money what I gotta do, that's what I gotta do

Yeah, standin' on this business what I gotta do, that's what I gotta do

I stayed down, stayed consistent, finally came up, yeah, psh

That's what I gotta do (Gotta do, gotta do), psh, yeah, that's what I had to do (That's what I had to do)

Yeah, I know you **** hoes, I can't be mad at you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell lil' shawty, "I got a bag for you"

She love rap ****, trap ****, ballplayers (Ballplayers)

You ain't gotta count it 'cause it's all there (It's all there)

She love rap ****, trap ****, ballplayers (Ballplayers)

Yeah, and you ain't gotta count it 'cause it's all there ('Cause it's all there)

I'm havin' brick fair, yeah, I'm havin' brick fair (I'm havin' brick fair)

I got these bitches on my dick because my wristwatch (Because my wristwatch)

Bitch might get a wristwatch (Wristwatch)

The ho get sponsored, yeah (Yeah), she suckin' every bit of cum up out me, so I love her, yeah

**** better not touch her, I protect her like a brother, yeah

She know that I'm thuggin', when she call me, I come with cutters, yeah

And I control the ho, I cut her off, she overcut her hair

Trappin' on my phone, I trade my numbers like my underwear

Servin' hand low 'bows, got the trap in go mode

Don't like the heart when no cold, stuck that dick in both hoes

Spent a whole lot of dope, so we ain't fucked up no more

And I'm still tippin' four-fours, but this a G-Wagon, bitch

I blew your budget on my lean, I sponsored me, you's bitch

Every other month, I'm pissin' out these hoes fuckin' kids

How you gon' go against the God when I'm who started this shit?

I'm smokin' weed and sippin' hard like I invented this shit

I ain't never been scared to go to war, yeah, we can get it, you's bitch

These **** know my repertoire, always sendin' the blitz

**** always gon' get me started just to finish some shit

I got love for all them **** trappin' hard up in them bandos (Bandos)

Gas real strong, shit'll brain those (Shit'll brain those)

Huh, when they call us hoes, closed styrofoam (Closed styrofoam)

Yeah, gotta talk in code on them iPhones, gotta make sure I don't get trapped when I ride home

I'm screamin, "Fuck a ****, I can ball on my own"

Know **** that ran up they first hundred off of my song

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong?

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong?

A **** got life, he want to leave, I tell him, "Hold on"

Same **** you say you love, the same ones that you told on

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong?

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong? (Go wrong)

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong?

Where we go wrong, where did we go wrong?