I don't fuck with hoes

That be lying

Thinkin' they hella chill

Ballin' out these doughs

Countin' 100s

God, that's so damn real

Too much pape, I'm feeling ill

Too much drugs, what's the deal?

Tryna fuck for the feel, I can't tell if it's real

I can't tell if it's real

I can't tell if it's a deal

I can't tell if you wanna fuck or just wanna chill

Now I'm in the back seat

Fucking on your bestie

She don't know what she like better, this dick or me

This dick or me!

This dick-

This dick-

This dick or me!

Yeah, this shit ain't scripted

Bitch, I'm tryna show some love

I don't know if it's real

Or just fake fucking love

Now I'm in backseat fucking

Yeah, that's called lust

In the zone hella high

I got so much fucking time

Told that bitch, "hello, bye"

'Cause she ain't in my life

Told that bitch, "hello, bye"

Got a new bitch by my side

Yeah, she a gangster

Walk around wit' a 9 (Ha)

Yeah, don't try her

She won't miss it (She won't miss it)

When she say shit, you think it's scripted (Think it's scripted, uh)

On her OP pack, you enlisted

If I was you, ****

I'd beg for forgiveness, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Sick of old hoes, got new biddies

Yeah, roll up, hotbox the city

Chasin' that green, I chase a milli', uh

I'm in da club, I feel like 50

Whenever I leave, I know they miss me

I'm a freak, but I ain't Diddy

Yeah, you talk shit, ****

You silly

Ride around in my Charger

Saving bitches like I'm Peter Parker, yeah

That's just how I feel

Slammin' shots like I'm O'Neal

Yeah, my best friend's name Ben Frank

Yeah, yeah, I'm climbing ranks

I know I take many trips to the bank

Got so much cash, ****

Need a wheelbarrow

He a funny **** like he Will Ferrell

I scare 'em easy 'cause he real frail

I'm forever up, man, I won't fail

Yeah, my shine won't go stale