[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these ni**as)
I heard these b*tches runnin' they mouth, ni**a
Tell these broke-ass b*tches to come add me up
Yeah
These b*tches bums, bro
Alright
Ayy
[Chorus]
All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light
Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy
This sh*t way too easy, ayy
I said this sh*t too easy
[Verse 1]
She ain't tell you what the problem is?
Well, tell that b*tch to shut her mouth if she ain't poppin' sh*t
b*tch, I want the Dolce & Gabbana, I don't politic
Window shoppin' hoes, I just know they never coppin' sh*t
Ran up another bag, all these ni**as gotta pay me
I heard her new sh*t, I think shawty gettin' lazy
I'ma drop another tape just to drive the game crazy
I done turned my city up, now every DJ wanna play me, that's for real, ni**a
[Chorus]
All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light
Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy
This sh*t way too easy, ayy
I said this sh*t too easy
[Verse 2]
Ayy, put that sh*t on, now all these b*tches clockin' me
I can't stay away from Wafi, so they watchin' me
b*tch say she ain't a fan, but she gotta be
I just clicked her page, I don't know her, but she follow me
I ain't gotta fake no bags or front my sh*t
I ain't had no bands like this, but I been that b*tch
fu*k how much ni**as makin' if he got it and ain't give you none
Now tell that broke mad b*tch to come and add me up
I got a habit, I can't get enough of spendin'
Expensive motherfu*ker, do this rich sh*t for a livin'
fu*k around and buy it all, so lock the doors if I'm in Lenox
Givenchy fur the coldest, give a fu*k about the ticket
I done told you ni**as that I'm a bag-chaser, excuse me, bag-getter
fu*k these broke ni**as, got more money than my last ni**a
I'm a big stepper, real deal stepper
b*tch raise her voice, she gettin' touched, I got a quick temper
Bro, I just dropped ten off in Prada, barely like designer (On God)
I get fresh just like Teyana, shout out to my stylist
And I'm only nineteen, got more money than my father
Money longer than my age, b*tch, I'm a motherfu*kin' problem
Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy
Dog a ni**a out, I bet he still won't leave me
Yeah, b*tch, this sh*t too easy
Ayy, sh*t way too easy
[Chorus]
All these baguettes on my neck, b*tch, I make it look easy
Youngest goin' in, b*tch, I make it look light
Sixteen bars, sixteen G's easy
Two-tone for the frame, but the buffies all white
Yeah, b*tch, I make it look easy, yeah
b*tch, I make it look easy, ayy
This sh*t way too easy, ayy
I said this sh*t too easy