text: Know I had to tell my girl
  This aint that
  Woah, I dont want you back 
  Yeah, Im just counting racks
  Yeah, the money wont bring her back 
  Yeah, and I just want her back
  Want her back 
  Yeah, say you made your money backflip you lyin
  Skrrt-skrrt, big Lambo now Im drivin
  Give her the D, yeah, she fight it
  Yeah, she turn around and she like it
  Woah slide on it, ride on it
  Turn around girl, bite on it
  Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it
  I hit your girl, yeah, its tight homie
  Im so fly you fly a kite on me
  Stand on my money, got some height on me
  Yeah, no that is not my homie
  I said no that is not my homie
  I was in Miami with my old homies
  Fucked on your girl when she got lonely
  Skrrt-skrrt
  Yeah, my car, it go skrrt-skrrt
  Might fuck around and buy a new one
  Cowboy status, walk with two guns, yeah
  Wait, hold up 
  Diamonds all on my teeth, it look sunny 
  Ima walk through the game til I run it 
  I just left out the bank with a hundred, yeah 
  I know she was with you some time ago 
  She left you cause, um, boy, so broke
  Boy, you a joke 
  Boy, you a hoax
  She got with a boss cause, boy, you a ho 
  Yeah, he aint got no money
  I swear that that boy be doin that most
  He say he gon get me touched 
  Tryna put on a show
  Talkin that he gotta go
  Thirty K that for the low
  Everybody be quiet, yeah 
  Gotta keep the blinds closed 
  Who that knockin at my door 
  Runnin out the back door
  Saint Laurent cost a Yeezy 
  Remember life wasnt easy 
  Remember girls didnt need me 
  Now they beggin just to meet me 
  Bad girl from Waikiki 
  And she wetter than a squeegee 
  Long legs just like Dee Dee 
  Lil nigga just like Dexter 
  But she know that Ima flex her 
  And you know Ima finesse her
  Young nigga gettin money
  Girl are you up? 
  I was in Miami with my old homies
  Fucked on your girl when she got lonely