text: Yeah, hey
  Dont you open up that window 
  Dont you let out that antidote 
  I mix Patron with the Hennessy 
  Somebody call me a Hoover 
  Too much to lose on my enemies
  Im bout to call me a shooter 
  Im paying to make you a target 
  Lord knows I dont want to do it 
  I got 20k in my joggers 
  I do it more than the music
  Mo City niggas is actors
  They need to quit rapping and playing the movie 
  Mo City niggas is actors
  They need to quit rapping and playing the movie 
  We use our iPhone for practice
  Cause she bout that action, we making a movie 
  Some of your friends go through your pictures 
  They see me give you the business
  Face it, Im so far ahead of your average nigga 
  I roll a gram and a half of the gas in the swishers 
  Im done with my cup, somebody pass me the liquor
  And she go to work, she got an ass like a stripper 
  She call me shark, she say she in love with the coco 
  And they like to gossip and I am in love with the promo 
  So keep on promoting, you know that we need the promotion 
  Getting massages, she rubbing on me with the lotion 
  Then I get inside her, she told me go deep in the stroker 
  She told me she love me, I act like I didnt even notice 
  Im no good
  I am no good, baby
  No good, no good, no good
  Keeping it real with you baby
  No good, no good, no good
  I cant even act like a nigga aint feeling you
  I got to keep it a hundred 
  This industry make me feel like I am invisible
  Im out here drinking in public 
  The way that I make my decisions is critical
  Sorry if a nigga ever offended you
  She know thats part of the song, she gon pull out her phone
  She gon sing it alone
  Mo City niggas is actors
  They need to quit rapping and playing the movie 
  Mo City niggas is actors
  They need to quit rapping and playing the movie 
  We use our iPhone for practice
  Cause she bout that action, we making a movie 
  Some of your friends go through your pictures 
  They see me give you the business
  Huh, huh
  Im often distracted
  I dont know what rapping or trapping, my passion
  I dont want no action, I dont want no problems
  I just want a mansion, I just want some commas
  I just want a million, give it to my mama
  I just want my niggas living like Obama
  We were presidential, I dont got a Rollie
  I got some bitches, yeah I got a moment
  I dont want no issues, I just want some money
  I could drive the ticket, neighborhood would love me
  Tell em could and get it, Ima keep it coming
  Pull up in a foreign, yeah I really get it
  Money in the Civic, yeah, Im really listening
  Sleeping in the condo, yeah I know the feeling
  Boys are trapping, I wont be that nigga
  If I wasnt rapping, prolly be in prison
  If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me
  If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me
  If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me
  Yeah, yeah, ayy