We still tryna make M's, we stackin' racks and hundreds

And it don't mean nothin, she know that it don't mean nothin

We still young, she tryna have fun, so she know that it don't mean nothin

So do not worry about the comments

Cause everybody got somethin' to say

Everybody got somethin' to say to her

When it come to me, I really just let her be

I really just be like, bae, be free cause I could not be no feen

I really just be like, bae, love me don't just wanna give her the D

Ikno she a freak

Bitch, I feel like NLE

If I was a bad bitch, I wanna fuck me too I don't wanna fuck no three

This generation is fucked If you really loved, why wouldn't you wait for me

This generation is fucked, why wouldn't you wait

Why wouldn't you wait for me

Why wouldn't you wait for me

Instead, you fallin' for traps set up by the fake

I hope I get that call at the end of the day

Hitting me up, sayin you tryna lay

Step by step, huh

Baby, we can take it slow I'm fast bout the pape

I only care about the bands, uh

Baby, like, look at your mans, uh

Don't even talk about him

He only care about fantasies I don't even think that he got a plan

Damn, that's a sad case I just think you should call me again

Fuck

I don't even think I got it together myself

I really forgot how to love I only care about the health, the family, money, and wealth

Private plane, private driver, private chef

But you know how to cook, so that shit dealt

Wasn't gettin' picked up before now I'm the one pickin' up the bros before the show

I ain't no hoe

I see the mask up in your face, cause I ain't slow

I won't put the blame on you cause we both tryna get this paper, get this dough

I won't put the blame on you cause we both tryna go count up

Go count up

Go count up

Count up

Count up

Count up

Count up

Count up

Ain't really got shit to prove to nobody

Wasn't gettin' picked up before

Now I'm the one pickin' up the bros before the show

Before the show

I love you too

But I really don't miss no hoe