Aye, yea
I might cop a two tone
F*ck yo bitch im to too grown
All i know is smoke that boof pack
You say my pack too strong
Spray with uzi money vert
I swear my money too long
Yea yo money too little
Im countin commas and zeros
I got designer apparel
Go put my face on a mural
I swear im super imperial
I eat steak you eat cereal
I kill a bitch like i serial
I swear im bout my dineros
I remember when i had zero
Now i feel like a hero, woah
Had to get a bag, for my momma and my poppa
Knock you down, with the choppa
When im with all of my yappas
Go and hop up in this bitch and imma blast off
All of these bitches be cappin dawg
Im flyin high like an astronaut
I got the racks is you mad or nah
Imma go fly
Like im a jet
Might go and buy
A brand new patek
I just be dripping Audemar Piguette
I got a pistol and i got a tech
Yo bitch on my phone
Im blocking the texts
I just want the neck
I dont want the sex
I been through it all
Bitch im a vet
Bitch imma ball
Ron Artes, yeah
I might cop a two tone
F*ck yo bitch im to too grown
All i know is smoke that boof pack
You say my pack too strong
Spray with uzi money vert
I swear my money too long
Yea yo money too little
Im countin commas and zeros