Undercover! lyrics

[Chorus]
They like, "How the f*ck you so damn rich, but you still scammin' n*ggas?"
I made a hundred K off Murakami pillows, a hundred off Marni slippers
Ha, .44 sh*t, that Bulldog, n*gga, it get to barkin' with you
I don't talk, you don't talk to me, b*tch, I don't talk to n*ggas
I'm like God, them n*ggas, they'd die for me, they get to stalkin' n*ggas
My lil' Lola b*tch do fraud too, ain't got time to talk to n*ggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that sh*t, I'll spend that to hawk a n*gga
I made two hundred K in eleven days off one of my box, lil' n*gga

[Verse]
Look at his pockets, them hoes smaller than me, you need to go bowling, n*gga
I give a f*ck about who's stronger, n*gga, this Glock like Hulk to n*ggas
I know they mad at who money longer, b*tch
I had million-dollar dreams, I knew I was gon' be rich
I don't really be on the scene 'cause they too on my di*k
I'm rockin' Prada, Adidas, DG, Roi De Tout and Rick
How the f*ck he ready for war? b*tch, he ain't even got no stick
How the f*ck you ready for war? Your city know you a b*tch
Ain't that crazy?
Ha, ain't that crazy? Ain't that crazy?
Ha, your whole city know you a b*tch, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, yeah, my whole city know my sh*t, boy, ain't that crazy?
Ha, I don't do regular Mercedes, I'm finna go 680
Ha, my n*gga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy
Ha, my n*gga sippin' that red, look at his cup, it's brazy
[Chorus]
They like, "How the f*ck you so damn rich, but you still scammin' n*ggas?"
I made a hundred K off Murakami pillows, a hundred off Marni slippers
Ha, .44 sh*t, that Bulldog, n*gga, it get to barkin' with you
I don't talk, you don't talk to me, b*tch, I don't talk to n*ggas
I'm like God, them n*ggas, they'd die for me, they get to stalkin' n*ggas
My lil' Lola b*tch do fraud too, ain't got time to talk to n*ggas
We bust checks, that's why we don't need that sh*t, I'll spend that to hawk a n*gga
I made two hundred K in eleven days off one of my box, lil' n*gga