808 Mafia Yo What the **** is up, man? You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch And niggas askin' me stupid s**t like who my competition Ain't no ****in' competition Y'all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y'all ain't on shit Shout out my n***a Southside That B***h is gon' have to come with it, for real I ain't even ****in' around no more, look Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns) LA regardless, all my haters garbage And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums) I'm the new wave, **** what you say Got the cross on me like dulce (Uh-huh) I keep a n***a with the deuce-deuce Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face) Bring the AC with the AP (Burr) The type of B***h a n***a can't keep Got the top down, sittin' waist deep I'm like, "Can you see me?" They like, "HD" (You see me, ho) Bad B*****s who I **** with The rest, I wouldn't put s**t past 'em (At all) Used to want to be a good girl Now I'm finessin' niggas like a rich pastor First check I got was like 50K Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it) I don't care where you roll spliffs We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that s**t up) Made a name but ain't chase the fame Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho) They sent for me so I came with it Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin') I'm up before the cock-a-doodle-doo At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup Got your n***a jumpin' through the hula hoops He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye) Niggas cappin'' like they really in the booth But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it's cool to do Heir to the two, s**t old to me, it's probably new to you I ain't goin' back to what I used to do (Never) Bitches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum) **** a nigga, man, I'm super cool Brought my sis to LA on a Friday Monday, she was like, "I flew to school" They know she my sister so she cool in school Gettin' money like a Jewish dude Niggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube All these B*****s switchin', I'm like, "Who is who?" (Who the **** is these bitches?) Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy When we throw money, s**t look like confetti (Money) Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that shit) Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot Smokin' like a teapot, I can't wait to rerock (My bitch) Got a ticket with me like a kiosk Ballin' like a bi-yotch, flier than a peacock And I'm ready for B*****s to diss me (Yeah) Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey (Yeah) Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy) Still finessin' the game like a gypsy Still rockin' Timberlands like I'm Missy (I be rockin' that shit) It get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)
