[Intro]
Woah, woah
[Chorus]
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce (Ha)
Big ass fu*kin' bankroll inside of my pocket (Ha)
To my place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
[Verse 1]
Lame ass ni**a keep on talkin' bout me, but he don't want no smoke about it
I done came a long way, who would've thought 'cause I was the one that they doubted
She said she in love, I don't know what you thought, you know you just here to get pounded
Grew up, but I'm still a bad ass kid, no wonder I was here grounded
We are not the same, you chasin' a b*tch, but I get chased by a thousand
We are not the same, you do it for free, but I can't take less than a thousand
We are not the same, you high as the ceiling, but my ni**as high as the mountains
We are not the same, your sh*t is just cool, but my sh*t is more than astounding
[Bridge]
Woah, woah
[Chorus]
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fu*kin' bankroll inside of my pocket
To my place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?
[Verse 2]
Broke her heart and she keep on tryna link me, she in love with being around me
fu*ked on one of her friends the other week, her opp [?]
Money, guns, and power, that's the only three things I keep around me
[Chorus]
We just hopped out of that Aston and then rolled off in that Royce
Big ass fu*kin' bankroll inside of my pocket
To my place you can't go, so you better watch it
I gotta go hit [?] again, I hate spendin' money out of my pocket
Gotta stop puttin' my hoes on Yeat 'cause now they can't stop sayin' "Sorry about it"
Three A.M. and she's still up textin' me, she eat me up like it's Beni-bachi
Broke her heart and she still keep textin' me, like what do you really get out it?