Talk to 'em (woo)
I don't even know the bitch, oh (know nothin')
These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll
Ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin')
Ridin' with a heater, homie, the world is cold and shit (cold)
Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes
You breaking the code and shit
I'm just get older (older), and wiser (wiser)
Rollin' with a air for my tires (skrrt, skrrt)
And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin'
She gon' keep it on the low like Otis
We ain't tryna get noticed

We fuckin' on the low now (low now)
Rockin' all these shows, oh (shows, oh)
Trap house get them lows out (lows out)
Too high geeked, I dozed off
Only one that they chose now (chose now)
Everything I post, goes now (goes now)
I'm stackin' it up for that Rolls now (Rolls Royce)

We takin' chances, don't need no advance (need no advance)
Daddy went and died, had pounds in the pantry (pounds in the pantry)
I need a blunt, had a bih with no panties (bih with no panties)
She hid the clip, boy, as soon as I'm landing (soon as I'm landing)
Talkin' 'bout me but they ain't know my style (my style)
Came from the bottom like what is a while?
Ever since, I give a fuck where he from (he from)
You told him, "Stick with them drums"
Baby girl, you know you nice (know you nice)
Came out the slum and I earned all my stripes (earned all my stripes)
I'm tryin' say, "Is we fuckin' tonight?" (Fuckin' tonight)
Niggas be hatin', they can't live my life (can't live my life)
I been too bad, I might make her my wife (make her my wife)
He in all black like a thief in the night (thief in the night)
Every day with me, she wantin' to pipe (wantin' to pipe)
She say I hit it, that bitch was a lie

Talk to 'em (woo)
I don't even know the bitch, oh (know nothin')
These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll
Ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin')
Ridin' with a heater, homie, the world is cold and shit (cold)
Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes
You breaking the code and shit
I'm just get older (older), and wiser (wiser)
Rollin' with a air for my tires (skrrt, skrrt)
And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin'
She gon' keep it on the low like Otis
We ain't tryna get noticed

Put it down, baby, this on the DL (yeah)
Need a bih 'bout it, yeah, this the V-12
Say your ex is a lame and he tryna keep up
In the club and he fucked up in Rio
Put my heart on my sleeve when I vibe with you (vibe)
Glasses on, only eyes for you (the eyes)
Buy you Prada 'cause I'm proud of you (proud)
Put my pride to the side for you, ooh
Be aggressive when I'm inside of you, ooh
Nah-nah, we ain't takin' no L's (nah-nah)
In Atlanta, we matchin' Chanel
Double back, put the scarf on the bail
Give you my heart but I cannot chill
Give you my heart but I cannot chill
I got issues and I know it, baby
Know I'm the future, feel like Rocky and you know it, baby
'Cause she know me and Duke, we was in the booth, red like from the valley
Watch how you pour my cup, lately I been goin' through things

Talk to 'em (um, yeah)
I don't even know the bitch, oh (know nothin')
These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll
Ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin')
Ridin' with a heater, homie, the world is cold and shit (this world is cold)
Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes
You breaking the code and shit
I'm just get older (older), and wiser (wiser)
Rollin' with a air for my tires (skrrt, skrrt)
And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin'
She gon' keep it on the low like Otis
We ain't tryna get noticed (slatt)

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Writer(s): Eric Anthony Sandoval, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Martinez Arnold, Raqhid Render