[Verse 1]
Wake up every day, boy, I'm swagging to the core
I'mma pull up in a whip you never seen before
Pack a few dubs when I'm out riding around
Your bitch probably with me if she nowhere to be found
Getting paid, getting laid, getting faded away
Bad bitch walking by, you know I'mma say "Aye"
Take her back to the crib, pop a bunch of Rose
About 2 mollies later, and it's time to play
Next day when I drop her off at her paddy
She say "You look a little like my little girl Maddy"
I threw that hoe right out of my caddy
Cause on God, I ain't going to be no motherfucking daddy
I got more money than you'll ever get
Broke nigga trying to steal some, we finna hit
Man, all of this money be flowing to me
Ain't nobody here matching the swag of the Z
Money on the mind, money in the hand
When I go out, carry 'round a band
Loud on deck, be smoking it up
Pouring way too much codeine in my cup
Foreign cars, foreign hoes
#Redbone, you already know
All these haters trying to say I can't rap
Nigga, I'mma pop one in yo' ass
Keep talking, and I'mma pop one in your head
I got swag, enough said
I hustle to keep my niggas high
You got drugs, I'm gon' buy
I trap mo' than Gucci
I swag mo' than Tunechi
I wear so much Louis
Broke nigga looking sad, ain't that funny?
[Hook]
Girl, you get with me, I pay yo' bills
You could call my house a motherfucking paper mill
Yung Zee swagged out, man, I'm hella trill
Packing loud, drank, and every kind of fucking pill
My pockets need a diet, diet, diet (x3)
Me and all my niggas, man, we finna start a riot
[Verse 2]
So iced out, looking like the North Pole
Going to the club, bitches be on the pole
To hit 4 commas is my goal
I'm a hot nigga, fuck you, you cold
Life be different out there on the streets
Never fucking know who the hell you gon' meet
Might see yo girl, now ain't that sweet?
I see yo ass, man, you finna get beat
If I catch a nigga talk shit on the telephone
Send a nigga out, tell him, "Put one in his dome."
All my niggas know how I like my girl, redbone
Pull up to the mansion, boy, now I'm home
No sympathy for dead fake niggas
Hell, I might have been the one who pulled that trigga
White ass crackers, man, fuck them wiggas
I make them pussies hop like Tigga
Some of these niggas trying to hate on me
I don't give a fuck, man, can't you see?
While they be janking, in a mansion I be
When they click play, I get mo' money
Riding 'round 'lanta with me and my boys
Rolling with the Techs, man, ain't no toys
Hoes everywhere, that's what I enjoy
Wack rappers make me annoyed
My Sprite dirty, man, that shit need a bath
Got a nigga count my money, I can't do math
All white rappers be fake ass white trash
Pull up on them, drive by, back out in a flash
All this money and fame make life fun
Shouts out to all the real niggas ain't got none
Man, I'm 2 fye, hotter then the damn sun
Hoes be clapping for me, ain't no pun
[Hook]
