[Hook: Young Thug]
I love my fans and I love my clan
And we stay with bands
So if you love your man say, say
I'm f**in' witcha, even if you aren't
Boy I'm f**in' witcha, yeah let's f** baby
Cause you're up baby, you're so up baby
You're stuck up baby
And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that a**
I got one old school you might step up under that
Yeah, I said yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
And I'm ridin' down the street, I'm about to turn a ride in your ho
I got zans mixed with syrup and (?) all on my clothes
And if you never heard about me boy, ask your ho
I'm listenin' to the (?), I mean Ca$h Out so touch your toes
Ohhh, live life like a rock star baby
Money don't (?) but I live with pop stars baby
Your ho look scary like a cop car baby
I'm so high if I had a gun I could pop stars baby
What the f** you mean (?) baby girl you trip
What the f** you mean I'm broke? You need a whip
Come here let me see that a** ho
[Bridge: Young Thug]
I'm f**in' witcha, even if you aren't
Boy I'm f** witcha, yeah
Let's f** baby cause you're so up baby
So up baby, you're stuck up baby
And I ain't got money on the floor you can't step up on that a**
I got one old school you might step up onto that, yeah
I said yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Umm, Verse 2, I love you
I trust you, I'd f** you all night, yeah
I'll treat your body right yeah
Buy ya black diamonds, no night
Have you ever had your name on the seatbelt on your flight?
Because that b**h belong to you
Motherf** who think they king, baby girl I'm thronin' you
(?) a** (?) for you
And I ain't never, never had a girl like you
I swear every girl can get some pearls for you
I swear I just had to love the girl for you
You're perfect, I might leave Thug's world for you
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ca$h Out]
Got goons on gold, not friendly b**h
Pulled up and hated in a Bentley b**h
And my whole crew buyin' out rent and sh**
And I called the plug up, so you know that I sent for it
Hundred bricks on the road the birds flock together
Put some change on your head, call me "Money" Mayweather
And n***a I can show you how to pick a feather
Half a brick to a whole thing, we mix, put it back together
And I got my Adidas on, but I got more stripes
And what these n***as rappin' bout, hey man that's your life
And I bet these n***as feel left cause I went so right
And if I turned this four into a nine it'd be so right
[Hook]