(Zaytoven)
(Wop)
(Ha, Ziggy)
(Yeah, Wop, go)

My bank account is Zeon (jump), that's what Gucci be on (Gucci)
Your ex-boyfriend a peon, I don't even see him (huh?)
Bad bitch look like Kim (haha), house look like a museum (wow)
Rolex with the diamonds in it (brr), damn near cost a M (ooh)
Bitches tellin' other bitches, "Can't believe it's him" (ha)
White stretched fur, like a motherfuckin' pimp
Trap Gang, they stack, they super fat, but Gucci gettin' slammed (drippy)
Wop been in his bag lately, racks been in the gym (racks)
Shaq stacks old money, I just broke the rims (let's go)
This cap rap, no trap, you got up a dam (trap)
Them big fats gave myself a budget and a deal (Wop)
The sound of racks, Bart Simpson diamonds and the grill
Tell MTV to chill (chill), they can't come to the crib (no)
'Cause I be cookin' deuces up, aunty been cookin' real (T)
Back and forth with water whip, yeah, I was takin' trips (nyoom)
Charge the country boy so much, it damn near made me flip (well, damn)
Brought so many niggas there, they damn near got me killed (huh?)
Sometimes I think of all the shit I did and get the chills (brr)
So drunk and my ho' seventy-four, like, Jesus, take the wheel (wasted)
Bitches askin' if I might be, no, I'm on the pill

I don't gotta say a lot or ever do a lot, I'm him
Nine out of ten of these bitches goin' off the name
Don't ever get it twisted, supercalifragilistic
I'm that nigga got these milli's off of comin' off the range
They don't look at me, no stain, I know I'm rich, my bag up high
All this water drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob me, just know your ass gon' die
They mad I'm gettin' dough-ough, dough, dough, dough-ough, dough
Hate to see me glow-ow, glow, glow, glow-ow, glow

See somethin', we blow
Don't run up like I'm one of these niggas, 'cause brodie, I'm not
Came up from nothin', and turned into somethin'
Can't let up right now, it's too early to stop
I know a couple niggas want me dead
And I know a couple wanna see me pop
I know a couple niggas really fed
And I know they hate to see the boy with Wop (boom, boom)
Tjay on top, they on my yacht, won't be on shit when I see 'em, just watch (watch)
How many niggas gon' diss on the bro
'Fore they realize that shit get you put in the box? (Put in the box)
Fuck this shit's hot, gotta keep knots
When you out three-hundred-thousand a watch (bling)
Hell of a feelin', I know I'm that nigga
Like look at me right now and tell me I'm not
Feel it's my time now to go insane
I ran up figures, comin' off the brain
Feel like they missed me, rookie of the year
Other than that I've been goin' insane
Puttin' in pain, know they throw dirt on my name
That shit just a part of the game
Nothing's the same, no more coolin' by my lonely
That shit just a part of the fame (boom)

I don't gotta say a lot or ever do a lot, I'm him
Nine out of ten of these bitches goin' off the name
Don't ever get it twisted, supercalifragilistic
I'm that nigga got these milli's off of comin' off the range
They don't look at me, no stain, I know I'm rich, my bag up high
All this water drippin', see this glass, oh my
Know it might look temptin', but look past me, bye
'Cause you try to rob me, just know your ass gon' die
They mad I'm gettin' dough-ough, dough, dough, dough-ough, dough
Hate to see me glow-ow, glow, glow, glow-ow, glow

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Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Tione Merritt, Xavier Dotson