I'm feeling targeted, I'm gonna ride wit' a glick
Same motherfuckers be my friends, switched up over a bitch
Got too much, too much, yeah, I can't even count it
When the money come in, I rubber band it, I don't even gotta count it
Too much fake shit goin' on, so I gotta keep my stick
Yeah, I pray to God I get help, I feel like a loser but I'm rich
Yeah, I feel this is the time for me
They still talk down on me
I see they frown on me
They used to clown on me
I'm in the cut with a whole lotta cash
Smokin' gas and you smoke ass
On my dick, then you can suck
Damn
(Bitch!)
That's a whole lotta guap
I'm with your bitch and she givin' me top
I see a opp and I'm droppin' his top
Damn, that's a shame
(Bitch!)
I got a micro drac, racks in the safe
Keep that bitch up in my trench coat, we don't play no games
I just landed, yeah it touched
I fucked your bitch, I don't give no fucks
If you love me you'll keep it a buck
And I'm ballin' hard like I play for the Bucks
Huh, you love me, I can't stand it, can't stand it
You say that shit is magic, it's magic
You love me, I can't stand it, can't stand it
You say that shit is magic, it's magic
Im feelin targeted I'm gonna ride wit' a glick
Same motherfuckers be my friends, switched up over a bitch
Got too much, too much, yeah, I can't even count it
When the money come in, I rubber band it, I don't even gotta count it