歌詞
Need a standing ovation, can you applaud me?
The direction that I came was from the bottom
My hustle was all me, you don't hit me when it's good
But when it go bad, you wanna call me
Got my chains on in the hood, designer junkie
You won't see this often,
put that phone down, lil' ****
You need to pay attention when I'm talkin'
How you claim that you my bitch?
Soon as we done, probably fuck my partner
Had to call up my lil' dip
She came to my session with seafood pasta
I can't forget that I'm rich
I was taught to run up them commas
Shawty be trippin' that cool
But I ain't really with that drama
Take over your block, make a fuck **** move
Big Enzo keep that llama
How he got paper, he ain't even go to school
Got straight a’s like a motherfuckin' scholar
And I play dumb but I'm far from a fool
it don't really make sense if it ain't 'bout dollars
How you want a **** to take care of you?
But you don't even wanna listen
I was really thinkin' I would marry you
But the plans turned out a little different
And I didn't really even went nowhere
But the streets sayin' that they miss me
I always kept it a hundred with ****
But they always gave me fifty
V12 on the engine, lil' ****, this ain't no S550
I pour good mud in my double cup, but I put that girl on Henny
She ain't gettin' no money, I could give a damn if she pretty
No, we can't just be fuckin', I'm a real **** 'bout business
I'm back chasin' to them hunnids, lil' ****, we ain't goin' back broke
You ain't gotta act like you with me, when I know you hatin' on the low
Why you in love with that girl? 'Cause she was just fuckin' on my broke
Damn
put that phone down, lil' ****
You need to pay attention when I'm talkin'
How you claim that you my bitch?
Soon as we done, probably fuck my partner
Had to call up my lil' dip
She came to my session with seafood pasta
I can't forget that I'm rich
I was taught to run up them commas
Shawty be trippin' that cool
But I ain't really with that drama
Take over your block, make a fuck **** move
Big Enzo keep that llama
How he got paper, he ain't even go to school
Got straight a’s like a motherfuckin' scholar
And I play dumb but I'm far from a fool
it don't really make sense if it ain't 'bout dollars
before I ever spit a sixteen
I was shinin' like a big timer
Had real paper 'fore I signed it
Thirty racks in some ripped jeans
Had ice, that could change the climate
Like Big Bro what the lick read
I just want me a bunch of money
Put it up for when it ain't sunny
Double cup filled up with money
In a Maybach, sliding down cullen
This whole pan, we ain't just fuckin'
Need some thug love, long live trouble
Wait, if I get a stack, yeah
I could make it double, uh
Tryna get a sack, uh
We don't do no fumbles, lookin' out for my brothers
We ain't had nothin', I was there for you
Don't let me remind you, and I ain't just rhymin'
My net worth say that I probably can sign you
Flooded medallions, been a lit ****
Ask Megan Thee Stallion, addicted to fashion
Switch up the style, I'm goin' italian
put that phone down, lil' ****
You need to pay attention when I'm talkin'
How you claim that you my bitch?
Soon as we done, probably fuck my partner
Had to call up my lil' dip
She came to my session with seafood pasta
I can't forget that I'm rich
I was taught to run up them commas
Shawty be trippin' that cool
But I ain't really with that drama
Take over your block, make a fuck **** move
Big Enzo keep that llama
How he got paper, he ain't even go to school
Got straight a’s like a motherfuckin' scholar
And I play dumb but I'm far from a fool
it don't really make sense if it ain't 'bout dollars
Written by: Gregory Foster, Jay Hill