Money good, now she back around meMmmFrom the X, you’ll get whacked about meTrust me, I don’t need no love, I need racks around meIf you gon’ talk about me, baby, talk facts about meThis time, it’s different, I promise (Yeah)I make enough to put my whole projects into college (Let’s go)I probably threw a hundred thousand on every bitch in Starlets (What else?)If you really the guyza, then you gon’ play it quietThose guys catch bodies and don’t talk about it, yeahI’m not IlluminatiBut I know my ni**as got my back, so I got an eye behind meThe car I’m in is about an M, but it ain’t no MaseratiLook, girl, I know I ain’t shit, but don’t go talk about meYeah, mmm, I’m icy like I’m playin’ hockeyBut we could put the sticks down and this shit could turn to boxin’Nowadays, I gotta do features with the tool beside meI walk away until I’m copy if they movin’ wocky (Yeah)On God, ni**a, that’s word to mommyIf you ask me about a body, I never heard about itMurder, murder, murder, don’t be sad about itni**a, if you feel some type of way, then go catch a bodyMy diamonds purple, yellow, and green like a bag of TakisThem ni**as catch you lackin’, boy, that’s your ass about itSomebody died, ni**as cried, the other side laughing ’bout itAnd the feds watchin’ everything, while ni**as braggin’ ’bout itI’m from the X, you’ll get whacked about meTrust me, I don’t need no love, I need racks around me
If you gon’ talk about me, baby, talk facts about meShake that ass around meThey can hate, but they won’t slide, ’cause I’m the wrong ni**aIf you fu** with my opps, I can’t do no song with youI swear it’s too much on my mind to get along with youI’m just a heartbreak kid like I’m ShawnI took the Patek off my wrist and it gave me weltsI popped a Perc’ and it was the last thing that I felt (Yeah, yeah)I promise not to love you more than I love myself this timeI looked out for you more than I looked out for myselfIf you a backstabber, I’ma get you stabbed backRunnin’ your mouth around the town, that’ll get you whacked, factsAnd if you dumpin’, I’m still here, ni**a, okay, bet (Okay, bet)I’ma do whatever it takes just to get you backI don’t need no stashbox in my whip, no, I can’t do that‘Cause I just feel like it’s more safe with it on my lap, yeahMy ni**a, please don’t make me do this by myselfI swear to God, if you got my back, I’ma have your back, yeahVoilaI ain’t lyin’, girl, I treated you like NalaAnytime you asked me to jump, I said, “How high?”And every time we go up, we do it like Zion (Zion)I used to be a savage, bad bitch, left her starvin’Seen my best friend mama cry, I’m so sorryni**as starvin’, knowin’ they can never stop meUp in Startlets, hundred K to every bartender, I was wildin’ni**as wanna get me out of here, so I gotta be violentWhy the fu** you wanna spark me? I’m just vibin’Tryna get these demons off me, yeahEliantte chain cover up my fu**in’ heartbeat