Yeah, yeah (One Way Mafia)
Uh (Sosa808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy)
Woo

VS's, they different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity, whoa, whoa
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages, whoa, whoa
I fucked her one time, never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me, whoa, whoa
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch and it came from the factory, whoa, whoa
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy, whoa, whoa
In high school, I had more money than everybody, includin' the faculty, whoa, whoa
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate, whoa, whoa
Got a new chopper I can't wait to use, burn a nigga like calories, whoa, whoa

She like Chanel, she like Celine
She hold the dope, so she on the team
He can't talk right now, he on the bean
Digital scales, money machines
Makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream
I'm too busy makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream (uh-uh)
Nah (no), she want my heart, but I don't even know if I got one (damn)
I ain't ran into another nigga like me yet, not one (nah)
Too many chains on my neck and it's too many bitches that's all on my jock (yeah)
I got a lil' bitch in the projects, I go every now and then just to get top (yeah)
I front her lil' brother, he went to school with me back in the day at Corry Middle (yeah)
Back when they used to call me Hitler, ran from the school police and threw the pistol
I buy her Chanel, I buy her Celine
They raided her spot, she didn't say a thing
The AR-15 came with a beam
The paperwork came with this ring (certified, woo)

VS's, they different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity, whoa, whoa
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages, whoa, whoa
I fucked her one time, never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me, whoa, whoa
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch and it came from the factory, whoa, whoa
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy, whoa, whoa
In high school, I had more money than everybody, includin' the faculty, whoa, whoa
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate, whoa, whoa
Got a new chopper I can't wait to use, burn a nigga like calories, whoa, whoa

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Adolph Jr. Thornton