| Started off last week, it was all good |
| Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hard wood |
| Shawty told me to fuck her face so it’s all good |
| Means there ain’t no way I’m done with Hollywood |
| My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good |
| My credit all good, bitch I’m always good |
| My pocket’s all good, my mama’s still straight |
| A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake |
| Got a flock of famous hoes, took 'em to Barbados |
| Purple drink, sippin' bitch, why you on that K-Roll? |
| We ain’t on no playground, I’ma show you how I play though |
| Bitch said I’m playin' mind games with her, she call me Play-Doh |
| I want a motherfuckin' Janet Jackson |
| I’m sittin' in front a TV, thinkin' I need an actress |
| Your wheel cost more than your friend, though |
| All I do is point at the ho and she come closer |
| Body like a two liter, ass fat as hell, nigga |
| Got a smart bitch at the apartment, about to graduate from Yale |
| A high maintenance nigga bitch just compliment my nails |
| You know it ain’t no goin' against the Gram, I’ll prevail |
| This coupe-talk spoiler lookin' like a damn tail |
| Only five hundred whips like this demon out of hell |
| We outside, you been inside, nigga, we can tell |
| My crib double gated, say that shit for all my haters |
| Started off last week, it was all good |
| Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hard wood |
| Shawty told me to fuck her face so it’s all good |
| Means there ain’t no way I’m done with Hollywood |
| My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good |
| My credit all good, bitch I’m always good |
| My pocket’s all good, my mama’s still straight |
| A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake |
| My rack’s all good, my bitch all good |
| My wrist’s all good, my hood all good |
| Sittin' courtside, higher than the moon |
| Rich nigga, fuck your bitch like a goon |
| Rolls-Royce, ghosts floatin', tycoon |
| Pink diamonds, solitaries, cost me a stack of blues |
| Posted up with the robber, swervin' dollar fools |
| Smoke 'em up, roll the opp up, block him out his shoes |
| Standin' in the trenches with my jury |
| I put all my killers on security |
| My shooters, they evil, sit courtside with a heater |
| How the fuck am I ever goin' Hollywood? |
| I shoot out my stripper with a pop star |
| In a vehicle too fast out for a cop car |
| I got pink diamonds on me, it was dirty Sprite |
| Bad bitch rockin' Louis, she looked off white |
| Started off last week, it was all good |
| Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hard wood |
| Shawty told me to fuck her face so it’s all good |
| Means there ain’t no way I’m done with Hollywood |
| My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good |
| My credit all good, bitch I’m always good |
| My pocket’s all good, my mama’s still straight |
| A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake |
| My hoes all good, I fuck 'em all good |
| My credit all good, bitch I’m always good |
| My pocket’s all good, my mama’s still straight |
| A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake |
| A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake |
| My credit all good, bitch I’m always good |