(I wanna go to LA)

Nah-nah, nah (Grrt)

Nah-nah, nah (Baow, baow)

Nah-nah, nah, nah (Baow, baow, go)

Nah-nah, nah (Go, go, go)

Nah-nah, nah (Go, go)

Nah-nah, nah

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes

Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake

She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape

I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

I hit the gas and this bitch go

She got an ass and his bitch don't

She put her pussy on top of my lips while she suckin' my dick

Six-nine in this bitch, ho

She fuck the guys and think I'ma do her

She said it like Simon, this bitch slow

I'll put my fist in a bitch

She ain't got walls, I'm confident this bitch ho

Whole lot of money, whole lot of problems

Whole lot of beef and a whole lot of choppers

Whole lot of **** who act like they gang

But when we was broke, **** ain't come around us

He put trust in his bitch, now that's partners

I'm the type to break bread with the family

I never can eat and just leave **** starvin' (And leave **** starvin')

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes

Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake

She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape

I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

Bro put a switch on the back of the blick

He tried to shoot it and fucked up his wrist

Hidin' my ratchet ho, sleep at the Holiday Inn, bougie ho sleep at the Ritz

I know I love her, I don't wanna lose her, but I'm super player, can't call her my bitch

Put on this jewelry and have bitches gold-diggin', she gon' throw the pussy 'cause I'm rich

He got a section, but don't got no hoes in it

Sausage party, just him and bros in it

I got a pocket with rolls in it

Window shoppin', **** don't do no spendin'

She look good on the 'Gram and greater in person, go look at her pics, it ain't no difference

Mad I kept fuckin' up, but, shit, I raised like that, it ain't no different

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes

Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake

She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape

I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

I hit the gas and this bitch go

She got an ass and his bitch don't

She put her pussy on top of my lips while she suckin' my dick

Six-nine in this bitch, ho (Baow)