text: I wont love her, I wont kiss her
  Pass her to my niggas, give and go
  Gettin money, thats just how I roll 
  Countin money, gettin all my notes
  Drivin Raris, thats just how I roll
  Pockets chunky, bitches got the 
  Count my money, nigga 
  I was grippin on your thighs, ho
  Lookin at you in your eyes, ho
  Yeah, I hit it from the back, know you like that
  Hit it like a Tahoe
  When I first met you, on the real, you was just a little shy ho
  On the real, I was gonna wife you
  Then you changed to a side ho
  I be chasing all these different hoes
  Change bitches like I change my clothes
  Five bottles, dont even drink Rosé
  Dont stop even if she say No
  Rap game kickin down the door
  White people hang with blacks at my shows
  Put the pedal to the floor
  I dont drive too slow
  I be rollin through the hood
  I aint stopping for yall 
  Lookin at my wrist, Rollie on the bitch
  I aint got time for yall
  Now your girl see I ball
  Now she know somethin wrong
  Yeah, she notice somethin wrong 
  I dont shop at the mall
  If you see me in the mall
  Then Im probably with my dog
  She be sniffing Tony, yeah, I feel like Tony
  Yeah, you know the world is yours
  Made the situation way worse, you didnt even take the charge
  Fore you call me a bitch, you know Ill take the charge
  Fore you call me a bitch, Ill die for my dogs
  Fore you call me a bitch, lately I was just starved
  Fore you call me a bitch, man I swear