[Intro]
n*ggas really be hating, man
Like sh*t, can I be myself and be hype, f*ck
Yo, who made this beat? You know Mall did it
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Stackin' up my chips
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Got yo' main b*tch from the six
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Stackin' up my chips
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Got yo' main b*tch from the six
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
[Verse]
I don't give a f*ck
All these n*ggas actin' tough
If she spend a day with me, guaranteed she'll wanna f*ck
I got money in the bank
Shawty, what the f*ck you think?
Mixed that lean, with the drank
Gettin' higher than the rank
Money on my mind, b*tch, money is the motive
She wanna play games, but, I am the controller
Weed so loud that she's thinkin' it's an odor
You say you do drugs, but you're really f*ckin' sober
She just sucked my di*k, now she's giving you a kiss
I need a bad b*tch who's ass fatter than a blimp
She wanna [?] but I'm not a f*ckin' simp
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Stackin' up my chips
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Got yo' main b*tch from the six
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Stackin' up my chips
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit
Got yo' main b*tch from the six
b*tch I'm f*ckin' lit