Ayy, all in this bitch, I’ll break your heart, she gon’ fuck whenever I want, boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars, around my chest, I gotta guard ’cause I don’t trust you with my heart (I can’t trust you, I don’t trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin’ it since I started, I can’t fit it in my wallet, I been spendin’ ’cause I’m bored
Ayy, and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy, it’s no longer even score
I wouldn’t take the stage if you put a gun to my head (Nah)
You can’t stop this war, been too blood done been shed (On God)
You better not take a gun fight, run if you scared (Run, nigga, run)
Don’t even trust my bitch sometimes, so a gun in my bed (Swear)
They came into my house, they flipped my mattress, but wasn’t no racks in there (True story)
How they miss the money? You would’ve thought them niggas had map in there (Dumb-ass nigga)
I turned off the heater, bitch, had to cut the fire on (It hot)
I ain’t worried really ’bout nothin’ long as I got my firearm (Fah, fah)
I ain’t jumpin’ in that pussy if I don’t got no tire on (Rubber)
I’ma ride for my brother, I don’t give a damn he right or wrong (Dre)
Uh, pussy-ass nigga could never be in my business, we don’t hire those (Never)
Who want smoke with me? Lil’ nigga, I’m wherever the fire goes (Homie)
Yeah, ayy (Ayy), all in this bitch, I’ll break your heart, she gon’ fuck whenever I want, boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars, around my chest, I gotta guard ’cause I don’t trust you with my heart (I can’t trust you, I don’t trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin’ it since I started, I can’t fit it in my wallet, I been spendin’ ’cause I’m bored
Ayy, and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy, it’s no longer even score
Chandelier on my wrist, I went the Patek way (I went the Patek way)
This Patek number three, I’m playin’ Patek cake
Ayy, ran it up on my haters, got ’em aggravated (They mad at me)
Ayy, I protect the paper like it’s laminated
We in Vegas, we fuckin’ on hoes, we gon’ gamble later (Sit down)
I count numbers well, nothin’ low when it’s math related (That money)
All the presidents in my pocket, used to fannin’ they faces (Old fat-ass nigga)
Mama love me like she did when I used to rap in that basement (Oh, mama)
Two hundred thousand every time I walk out the house, I ain’t comin’ out basic (Ain’t comin’)
And send that backend when I get there, I don’t like runnin’ out of bread, shit (Don’t like runnin’)
I told my niggas it’s no competition, we ain’t runnin’ no races (Oh, nah)
Get your bag, I’ma let my money do my conversatin’ (Rich Homie)
Yeah, ayy (Ayy), all in this bitch, I’ll break your heart, she gon’ fuck whenever I want, boy, she treat me just like God (Boy, she treat me like a God)
Ayy, all my tattoos cover my scars, around my chest, I gotta guard ’cause I don’t trust you with my heart (I can’t trust you, I don’t trust you)
Ayy, I been stackin’ it since I started, I can’t fit it in my wallet, I been spendin’ ’cause I’m bored
Ayy, and they tried to ignore what had happened to they boy, it’s no longer even score