Peel out the lot in that four door new Masi'
Pull up with that bag, and we 'bout to go shopping
Walk inside Saks, and we know that I'm coppin'
I got some Tom Ford, Dior's, and Zanotti
I got twenty whores inside of this lobby
The Rolls a two door, it's still a big body
Treat my **** like royalty, we not divided
I'll count it some more, make sure that we got it
I had to grind, and this shit don't come free
Stuck up the whole house when I brought down a P
Got mine out the streets, and I brought home a feast
I do it for my fam, I don't just do it for me
When I took a loss, man, that made me a beast
The car in your name, but that shit still a lease
They'll let **** pop, but don't pop shit on me
I'll cut your shit, top, leave your brains in the seat
No more baby bottles, we pour out the paint
I bust in her mouth, flew her back to the Bay
That Wraith make me feel like I'm floatin' in space
I went to own it, now I'm back in L.A.
I still got that Rolex to keep up the day
Gon' shine on these hoes like the middle of May
We only pour four just to see how it tastes
I got me a K, and ain't nobody safe
I'm puttin' dick in his bitch, so I know why he hatin'
He got on the plate, he was already ate
Before blow that bag, it was already made
I got me some racks, but there's more I can make
Stones in my wrist, put a stone in my face
Treat that bitch like a fish, and I give her some bait
Label they callin', they want know my rate
Shout out Offset 'cause, bitch, I beat the case
Peel out the lot in that four door new Masi'
Pull up with that bag and we 'bout to go shopping
Walk inside Saks, and we know that I'm coppin'
I got some Tom Ford, Dior's, and Zanotti
I got twenty whores inside of this lobby
That Rolls a two door, it's still a big body
Treat my **** like royalty, we not divided
I'll count it some more, make sure that we got it
Before hit the awards, man, I pop me some molly
The shit was so pure, had me itchin' and rockin'
Then poured up some Tech, had me leanin' and stretchin'
And a half of a xan just to help me relax
And I pulled that lil' ho, she was from Calabasas
Don't know her real name, but she looked like that action
Took her to the room, we couldn't go to the mansion
And then dropped her off with my locs who on Stanton
That bitch must've thought she was Kourtney Kardashian
I hit and I run like a muhfuckin' accident
Pulled up to the spot, don't see nothin' but some packages
And I got some Sprite, finna mix 'em with Actavis
Pour it up, make sure it Act in it
Pull up with that stick, shoot it rapidly
Bang yo' shit out with the accuracy
Call up a cop, it's emergency
Got some racks, and I'm feedin' my family
Fuck all you hoes who abandoned me
They slandered my name, try to damage me
All of that hate brought me currency
I woke **** up, never heard of me
I heard **** say they gon' murder me
Pull up with the stick, look like thirty deep
Pull off in that lot in that new GT
Peel out the lot in that four door new Masi'
Pull up with that bag and we 'bout to go shopping
Walk inside Saks, and we know that I'm coppin'
I got some Tom Ford, Dior's, and Zanotti
I got twenty whores inside of this lobby
That Rolls a two door, it's still a big body
Treat my **** like royalty, we not divided
I'll count it some more, make sure that we got it

Writer(s): Cap Jesus, Gunna.