When I'm in my bag, I'm in that mood
Summer time I'ma drop the roof
Winter time, it get hot up in the booth
Say you getting money, oh well we getting it too
If we get him down, we won't know until the news
Remember running round, lace hanging out my shoes
Two baddies by my side, face hanging out the coupe
Which one I'ma choose?
She don't know my real name
You ain't get it out the mud, you had it easy
I'm all about my cheddar why I'm cheesy
She gave me knowledge, so I rub her like a genie
Upgrade from porridge, now we eating fettuccine
Said you'd ride, but you lied, I ain't surprised by that
Ain't no sitting on the fence, seen niggas die like that
See through pretend, all that fake shit disguised by cap
I get cash, I don't write my tax
I hear chat from behind my back
Yeah
Pain in my styrofoam
Phone on DND, don't hear the dial tone, (that's why am bother, with the ran' ran')
I'ma get it in the rain, in the snow, in the cyclone
Made so much money off an iPhone
When I'm in my feelings, I wonder where the time gone
Wonder if you mean it, it don't matter cos you lied though
When I'm in my bag, I'm in that mood
Summer time I'ma drop the roof
Winter time, it get hot up in the booth
Say you getting money, oh well we getting it too
If we get him down, we won't know until the news
Remember running round, lace hanging out my shoes
Two baddies by my side, face hanging out the coupe
Which one I'ma choose?
She don't know my real name
She don't know my real name, yeah