[Chorus]
I want it
Yeah she keep it straight hundred
A hundred
Tell that lil n*gga run it
He run it
I’m just making up this money
This money
Turn his hoe into my honey
X2
[Verse 1]
He don’t want no smoke
He don’t want no gas
He just talking all that sh*t until time past
He don’t want his girl
Imma put her last
Cause I got my mind on the money till I crash
Yeah, we take that
Bullets in yo head now they asking where the lake at
Kool-aid spilling out yo head they asking how I make that
On me like a bartender, imma go and shake that
I’m just making bread, I never thought y’all birds would hate that
Yeah n*gga they hate that
Yeah n*gga we shape that
Where my f*cking camera cause I’m bout to go and tape that
n*gga don’t give me attitude
n*gga don’t let me get mad at you
I am on the top and I just look down and just laugh at you
Like a mammal, hey
I’m let her arch it right back like she a camel, hey
n*gga acting fake, fix that sh*t like it is grammar, hey
Going hard, enamel
They just tryna handle
Woah stop
Woah stop
Imma let this sh*t pop
We can throw hands but, we gonna who body drop
Woah stop
Woah stop
We gon' let this sh*t pop
Hold me with yo chains, imma still make it to the top
[Chorus]
I want it
Yeah she keep it straight hundred
A hundred
Tell that lil n*gga run it
He run it
I’m just making up this money
This money
Turn his hoe into my honey
X2