[Verse 1]
If we talking waves, I'm like Free Willy
All my shipping fire, but my wrist chilly
b*tch you think you rolling [?], my new whip a [?]
Diamonds always rolling with a few strippers
Find a b*tch who still wit' it when the camera roll
Work magic with the tongue, pus*y, and the pole
I could change your thinking, boy that's all I know
With this good head, b*tch I should have made the honor roll
Debbie where you going slow it down some
Smoking on that loud, think I need to tone it down some
di*k riding b*tches, gave 'em something they could bounce on
Long as it comes, that's the outcome
So when I pull up in a four and got these b*tches like
"Oh no she didn't"
b*tch you like me, b*tch you know we different
I put that kid up in the foreign, engine roaring just to show we different
Hater love a b*tch, that's still your decision, listen
[Chorus]
I'ma still get this money
I'ma smoke all my weed up
I might blow a few bands
Hit my plug for the re-up
Like fifty a hun, he say he think I'm the one
Don't get caught in your feelings
We just be f*cking for fun
I'ma still get this money
I'ma smoke all my weed up
I might blow a few bands
Hit my plug for the re-up
We up five-hundred, a milli
Got my wrist looking chilly
All my b*tches sit down
I know my real b*tches feel me
[Verse 2]
All about that work, bout that gangrene
Same b*tch from the dirt, with the same team
Wrist on froze and the whip clean
Ass nice, but the switch mean
Smoking's on and I zone out
Give a dog a bone, then I bone out
f*cking leave him, I don't f*cking need him
Type of b*tch to blow a hundred grand for no f*cking reason
Got an outtie in the Bay, another in LA
All about the slave, for the pay
I don't f*cking play, miss me with that bull
Not today, or another day
I ain't got the time, got the grind, staying out the way
Shed light on these b*tches, call it candle bars
Hope we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handle bars
Watch your verses get a couple hundred grand for ours
She's so many, many [?]
b*tch you know that bread is ours, sh*t
[Chorus]
I'ma still get this money
I'ma smoke all my weed up
I might blow a few bands
Hit my plug for the re-up
Like fifty a hun, he say he think I'm the one
Don't get caught in your feelings
We just be f*cking for fun
I'ma still get this money
I'ma smoke all my weed up
I might blow a few bands
Hit my plug for the re-up
We up five-hundred, a milli
Got my wrist looking chilly
All my b*tches sit down
I know my real b*tches feel me