Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay!
I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
Know what I'm saying? Ya you know
Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying?

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing subs at the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gonna say shit

I asked you about it, did you lie?
You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys
I really spent 2,000 on kicks and only wear 'em one time
Something about a nigga mind frame
Diamonds doing jumpin-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
200 hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a namesake
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand
Me and Sid had two different spots, he was around the corner doin' the same thing
Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas knowin' how we come through
G5 out the sunroof

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing subs at the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gonna say shit

We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout
We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You niggas can't keep up with my guys
You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
I got out and ran it up at the right time
We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime
We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
When the wifey, I told 'em I want to shine
Man the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
I'm running this town, everything I say fake news
Can't take that, new Lamborghini 18
Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating
Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana
I just keep buying all these Fantas
I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal, do you want some?
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing subs at the clique
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch, I ain't gonna say shit

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christopher N'Quay Rosser, Dominique Jones