[ Featuring Mascey, Greyson Selin ]
Yea, one hand up for the fakes
Two hand up for the middle finger
Giving them in they face
No bitch don't want no faith
You niggas don't want no fade
Okay Okay
Yea Welcome to my mind you can't escape
Big bank what we counting in the safe
If you not playing you prolly get played
Yea, but I don't ever play about my pay
Yea
Nat hoe on my line, bitch why you bugging
Like be for real
Put her ass way way back to the back of the bleachers
Yea
Stay down on my grind bitch I keep hustling
Hey, yea
Tell a fake nigga to get off only real niggas on this field
Only real niggas really know real
Keep a bitch out the spot if she keep talking she won't
Chill
I got a green thumb attracted to me dollar bills
Look at snow bunnies her dad wanna turn me Emmett Till
But ask if im still got f*ck, huh okay, bitch I will
I don't give a damn lil bro
Ion even dance for a hoe
I got some seasoning ain't ever seen before
No nigga can copy the sauce
All of these bitches so lost
And tell them to leave me alone
I dont want to talk to you hoe, hoe
I dont want to talk to these hoes
No
No
Car trunk fill of different suitcases
Bitch tried to tell me im too rude
She must think we tied like a pair of shoes
I'll jump out the plane with no parachute
Bitch you know that ive been chasing greater
Tryna turn this lil paper to paper
Suicide door riding in Cancun
All this green out here gonna scare you
I don't trick and treat on hoes I bamboo
Hit Hit Hit then move to the next move
I ain't got time to text you
Why you wanna hear so many words, huh
Lets get sexual
Lemme get a quickie in the restroom
Im tryna get a lil pic at you
Baby baby
Just show me what you do
I know you got something to prove
I know you think its screws
But the only thing that's loose
Its gon be you
Its gon be
Its gon be you
Yea
Welcome to my mind you can't escape
Big bank what we counting in the safe
If you not playing you prolly get played
Yea, but I don't ever play about my pay
Yea
Nat hoe on my line, bitch why you bugging
Like be for real
Put her ass way way back to the back of the bleachers
Yea
Stay down on my grind bitch I keep hustling
Hey, yea
Tell a fake nigga to get off only real niggas on this field
Only real niggas really know real
Keep a bitch out that spot if she keep talking she won't
Chill
I got a green thumb attracted to me dollar bills
Looking at the snow bunnies her dad wanna turn me Emmet Till
But ask if im still going f*ck, huh okay, bitch I will
I don't give a damn lil bro
Ion even dance for a hoe
I got some seasoning ain't ever see before
No nigga can copy the sauce
All of these bitches so lost
And tell them to leave me alone
