Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I’m finna hit the road (Pipe that shit up, TNT)Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uhUh, yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)Fuck on my bae, pack my suitcase, I’m finna hit the roadJump off the plane straight to the stage, I go collect my doughBack to that bottom, stackin’ guala with my main niggasBought my house on top of the hill, but my heart in them trenchesBitches be thirty, forty years old, still in my businessThey quick to talk about the shit that they’d be doing differentThree years ago, I was a joke, they ain’t wan’ take me seriousNow they be mad ’cause they see we went from rags to richesCan’t leave the house without my glizzy, niggas out to get meBefore I get caught up without it, I get caught up with itMy ho the sickest, so I turned her to my baby mamaWant her position, so they quick to confront her with dramaNiggas do all that talking and typing like it’s a problemSince it’s a problem, I’ll call up Jigga, we bought up choppersLil Chris a shotta, he’ll do a hit in BalenciagasYeah, that’s the one, boy, he gon’ get it done, boyNow let’s take a trip, we all in DC at the MGMBuyin’ Gucci and MCM, steak, potatoes, and scampi shrimpTop floor, ain’t a hater near, surrounded by my dawgsLike they don’t want us to ball, y’all, they want to see us fallThey don’t like it, but they gon’ respect itGet up off your ass, get a check‘Member when them bitches used to laugh at meTime pass by, now they mad at meThey don’t have a story, they’ll make oneI just stay up in my lane, chasin’ paper
They say them niggas young, wild, and ignorantI don’t know you, you don’t know me, stay out my business, bitchYeah, yeahStay out my business, bitchYeah, yeahStay out my business, bitchYeah, quit all that hatin’ shitQuit all that fakin’ shitYeah, yeah, ahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahHold on, uhThey don’t like it but they gon’ respect itGet up off your ass, get a check, uh‘Member when them bitches used to laugh at meTime pass by, now they mad at meThey don’t have a story, they’ll make oneI just stay up in my lane, chasin’ paper, uhThey say them niggas young, wild, and ignorantI don’t know you, you don’t know me, stay out my business, bitchYeah, yeahStay out my business, bitchYeah, yeahStay out my business, bitch, uhQuit with all that hatin’ shitQuit all that fakin’ shit (Bitch ass)Stay out my business, bitchWhat up? Hah, what up?Nah, for real, what up?
