歌词
Call up my damn plug his name is Astro
Lil boi I'm the king like Fidel Castro
I'm on stage but I see you in the back row
Plotting and watching on all of my damn cash flow
Yeah
Lil hoe and you sad too
You broke and you ain't getting no racks too
Cash in my hand I had to adapt to
Yeah and I'm fucking coming back to done pass you
Ferragamo sneakers
Yeah and I see you in the bleachers
I can not talk to no feeders
Up in Bali drinking lean by the litres
Pour a 4 and some more then I'm on the go
Blacked out going 90 on the fucking road
Then I remembered about Ruggs n' I fucking woke
Lil bitty bitch think that I'm shit but I'm hot like a stove
Woke up with a hunnid' texts and messages that bitch crazy
Thumbin' and counting through all them bills that I been making lately
I don't wanna fuck on that bitch but she be trying to damn date me
Them movies and music I be moving what's gonna make me
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You fuck with me and I promise you'll be seeing stars
My boys and I we get so high we gon' land on Mars
I had to done make that cash
And spend them racks just to live it large
Yeah
Lil hoe and you sad too
You broke and you ain't getting no racks too
Cash in my hand I had to adapt to
Yeah and I'm fucking coming back to done pass you
I did this shit on my own I don't wanna hold no hand
When I be on that road I don't wanna fuck no fan
I wanna damn lamb
I wanna make them bands
Fuck no friends you gon' catch these hands you fuck with my fam
And I cannot fuck with no one basic
I'm different then all you damn lames yeah there's no replacement
Sold kilos of coke to my bro's outta' my fucking basement
And I got them poles for them hoes that try and fucking take it
Yeah
Lil hoe and you sad too
You broke and you ain't getting no racks too
Cash in my hand I had to adapt to
Yeah and I'm fucking coming back to done pass you