(You have no heart)
(Yeah, yeah)
Go stupid, CJ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's the label (uh)
It's the game (uh, uh, uh)
And I haven't been this happy in a long time
Finally mine, bae
You finally mine
And I haven't been this happy in a long time
Finally mine, bae
You finally mine
Shit has been real funny
Ever since I brought my money up
Bitches that was dubbin me
Now want me, 'cause I'm comin' up
Said she want a d'estree bag
It's not a hoe
I'm chasing green
I swear to God
These bitches really want me
Cannot get up off me
They on me, they fiendin'
I'm making money, I'll still drive by your spot
Say you make money, but your shit a boutta flop
He talking shit, so we make sure his body drop
I'm rollin' up, but I'm still gonna be swipin' cards
Still the same nigga
I'm not gonna change
Only 14, but I'll still make it rain
Fuck with my clique
All these niggas, these lames
Now, I'ma just wait for my money and fame
Got all these girls on my mind, on my mind
Baby only song on repeat, you so fine
Uh, I'm tryna make you mine
I'm tryna get you right
She wanna be my side
I said, uh, "Are you trippin?"
She catchin' feelings, fuck, nah
Took her my room, she suck good
She said she got in by her friends
I'm still promisin'
I'm tryna break it up with them
I said I'm tryna go with them