Yo, yo, ay

Sip high tech in the dark, she said, Leave it to me, ay

Perc's really hurt my stomach, uh, but that’s how I feel free, ay

I know nothin’ ain’t free, I turn that bitch into me, ay

I operate fast cars, I sip slow but I really like speed, ay

I drink when I’m on Lake Shore, I know somebody worried 'bout me, uh

I did everything I could do, uh, I still set it up just to leave

Through the week, tryna flip my money, on Friday, I still pop beans

This finesse shit still like art, that bitch still mean nothing to me

I get a thrill when it slide down the bottle

I can't go back from the better things

And I did it all by myself, and you gon’ help me when you leave

Another win under my belt, that shit still mean nothing to me

Get money, ****, like my pops

That's another ten hunnid on lean, ay

Another ten hundred on beans

Did it all by myself, that bitch still mean nothing to me, ay