I don't know what got into me I'm feeling gucci I don't know about my enemies Haters talk but don't say sh** when they run into me Only loud pack and liquor give me energy Cut n***as off and now they wonderin' what got into me Don't know what got into me, got into me Sippin Vodka smoking ganga, ain't no f**ing feelin me Don't know what got into me, got into me I been making money so I made a couple enemies Okay, why when I get to the money these b**hes be hating cause they wishing money on n***as I, I ain't been sleeping, if the money creeping I'm ready to drop up a song and a link uhh Ah, All of my haters is sour like Miller f** with these b**hes and no b**hes iller #1 Rapper ain't nobody realer, stinch is so loud can't nobody breala I'm riding round my side of town and I make em sick to they stomach If he ain't on, his game right and I sit him out and I sub him, don't love him But I love that catch cause it make me happy balling like tay I think I get more feats than athletes Jennifer Hudson, I'm his dream girl, call all white like mean girls I'm making noise like a festivle, I'm 3 feet no feets Green money like vegetables, candy pane lookin edible Same n***as tried to knock me down, done helped me up on my pedstal Ugh, I'm feeling gucci ion know about my enemies Haters talk but don't say sh** when they run into me Only loud pack and liquor give me energy Cut n***as off and now they wondering what got into me