(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

Nailin' her ass, tryna pin me up somethin' to the wall (Ah)

She shakin' that ass and it's small, but come out her clothes, that shit goin'— ah

I love your smile, your body, your looks, yeah, everything 'bout you (You hear me?)

Eye for an eye, you take somethin' from me and the guys, that shit gonna cost you (Hey)

12 been hot on the Hellcat, switchin' to AMG, I'm goin' grown man (Grown)

My shooters act just like security, they standin' outside protectin' the homeland (The home)

That fifteen thousand a month, I still got my buzz, I ain't droppin' a song yet (Song)

My twin can't put down the bottle, he keepin' a K and a bottle of cognac (Dah, dah, dah)

This next chapter finna get personal, ****, I'm on that (I'm on that)

I really be runnin' with smackers that be in the cut and they turn to some old heads (You hear me?)

Bend her and break her, she leavin' my house lookin' bow-legged (Uh, uh)

I link up and kill her, she goin' back home, they don't know that (Yeah, ah)

Fast car music, chasin' money, uh (A hundred thousand)

Live a YN dream, I got a switch in it, uh, uh (Fuck around)

Label know my music good, they say, "Damn the budget" (On my life)

Skin to skin when I be in it, say, "Damn, I love you"

Yeah, we fuck on the low and we keep it discreet, it's private (Oh yeah)

This lil' bitch a freak, I'm drillin' her ass from the back and she pull out a vibrator (Damn)

When I'm on the yerk, she let me do all of the work, get on top, do the crybaby (Come here)

Fly Maino in 2007, we pull up with Glocks and sticks, say, "Hi, haters" (Hi, haters)

Yeah, a six-figure ****, I was broke, now this shit loaded (Load)

Yeah, I be cherishin' all to the side when these **** foldin' (Told)

She take off her clothes and say, "Hold me," I'm knockin' 'em down, you a think that I'm bowlin' (Oh)

Before I was homie, I'm blickin' and poppin' that bitch, I was good from the shoulders (Yeah)

Fast car music, chasin' money, uh (A hundred thousand)

Live a YN dream, I got a switch in it, uh, uh (Fuck around)

Label know my music good, they say, "Damn the budget" (On my life)

Skin to skin when I be in it, say, "Damn, I love you"