[Intro]
Yeah
Cook that sh** up, Quay
I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets
Know what I'm saying?
Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying?
[Chorus]
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh**
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some?
Same one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh**
[Verse 1]
I asked you about it, you lied
You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm nothin' like these other guys
I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time
Something about a n***a mind frame
Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change
Two hundred hoes in my call log and they ain't got not a name saved
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand
Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same thing
Everywhere I go my chains hang, free my bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
f** it slide and shoot up the block
n***as know how we come through
G5 out the sunroof
[Chorus]
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh**
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some?
Same one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh**
[Verse 2]
We use trap out my ma house, turn the condo to a hideout
We can't be f**in' at my house, n***as be runnin' they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no funny, no drive-by
I'm cool on the love and the high-fives
You n***as can't keep up with my guys
You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
I got out and ran it up at the right time
We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime
We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
Went to wafi, I told 'em I want to shine
Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down
I'm running this town, everything they say fake news
Can't take that, new Lamborghini 18
Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these n***as hating
Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana
I just keep buying all these fantas
I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks
[Chorus]
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great
I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play
I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this sh**
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb
I'm sippin' act', and that sh** real deal, do you want some?
Same one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones that throwing salt at the clique
Main reason I'm f**in' ya b**h, I ain't gonna say sh**