| Some of you niggas ain’t like that |
| So I-I-I, I can’t, I can’t ever say nothin' to you |
| You know, I just gotta sum you up |
| You the sum up type |
| Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address |
| Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' |
| Damn |
| Damn, damn, I feel like the new black |
| Niggas studyin' my footwork, I’m James Harden |
| Bitch, who you with'? (Who you with'?) |
| Where you goin'? (Uh, come here) |
| I thought I told your ass already I ain’t from here (Facts) |
| And, yeah, we gotta drive to Lolla and you know why |
| I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can’t pump there (No) |
| Babe (Babe), I’m such a negative bitch (Why?) |
| My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh) |
| Sodom, Gamorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit (Damn) |
| Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right) |
| I promise (Yeah), I swear the baby need somebody and a new header (Uh-huh) |
| I like, «Of course I could do better"(What else, uh) |
| Gotta take more shots, get a good lead |
| Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleeds |
| 'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve |
| Workin' all day, I don’t take no sick leave |
| In my sleep, hear click beats |
| Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that muhfuckin' ship leaves |
| Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? |
| Your bitch is just fuckin' whoever (Yeah) |
| I fuck her, she’s yours, she let 'em (Okay) |
| Damn, is this the price of havin' fans? |
| Babe, I’m so precise, I’m always playin' (Ayy, what the fuck?) |
| And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh |
| On your head, gon' be some, uh (Frrp, sheesh) |
| On my head must be some bands (Yeah) |
| Gucci Mane, I think I love her (Yeah) |
| Danny Swain, I think I love her (Yeah) |
| Big nose and the- (Ah) |
| Feel like Andre Iguodala (Facts) |
| The money put me in a trance (What? Yeah) |
| The label got me nudgin' stems (Wait) |
| I need way more than that for an advance (Oh, yeah) |
| Play with my money, shit won’t go as planned (For sure, sure) |
| Gotta take more shots, get a good lead (For sure) |
| Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleeds |
| 'Til I succeed, work like Lil Steve |
| Workin' all day, I don’t take no sick leave |
| In my sleep, hear click beats |
| Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that muhfuckin' ship leaves |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? |
| Oh, it’s just, man, fuck that |
| I just gotta let you know |
| I prolly shouldn’t be talkin' like this, but |
| It’s fine |