Something like this Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch You wanna show off your wrist Rollie I hear that shit tick Why you keep running your lips Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit M-O-N-E-Y Only thing I talk is the money And we got the choppas make 'em fire I ain't really feeling like Ghandi 10 bad bitches tryna vibe Bet they won't get a dime from me I remember sleeping outside I didn't have no money I was hungry Niggaz ain't talkin' bout shit Audemars Piguet's the wrist Smash the hoe but don't trick Hit the gas the lamb doing tricks He a rat we ain't fuckin' with a snitch Raaah! Scratch 'em off the list Dressed in Margiela when I like to kick it You ain't rich yet till you get a ticket Rose gold Audemars Piguet Bought a Bentley for the flex Got a chopper, got a tech I got plugs and connects Free my niggas on the rec Ain't came back yet Gotta ride with a vest You can die for respect Something like this Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch You wanna show off your wrist Rollie I hear that shit tick Why you keep running your lips Wait, Bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Wait, Bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit They be asking for a quote I be asking what the budget They be talking bout the smoke I be talking bout the nugget Seen 'em flexing on the gram I'm like no papa Ya'll always talking that beef But never gon' do nada We ain't never heard of you You say u from the street but no one know what street though We bout to go gold You say your it's all gold but why your neck turn green though Type of shit that should be illegal Muafuckas ain't be talkin' bout shit I could tell you ain't been punched in the lip This a movie yeah my life is a flick Push the Cullinan then switch to the coupe Album star studded just like the roof These are free throws, these alley oops I'm just saying we ain't miss when we shoot Bang! Bang! Runnin' and runnin' your lip Always got something to say But never be talkin' bout shit Something like this Say you got hitters your shooters don't miss Say you got hoes but you saving that bitch You wanna show off your wrist Rollie I hear that shit tick Why you keep running your lips Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Ya'll ain't talkin' bout shit Wait, bitch you ain't talkin' bout shit