| Mixed some designer, yeah, Louis and Prada |
| Chains around my neck, yeah, slavery flex, yeah |
| We got diamonds on diamonds, water, they drownin' |
| 'Fit half a ticket, water, they whip |
| I can’t trust none these bitches nowadays |
| They got a smile up in your face |
| Fuck on you good and be on they way |
| That’s the whole reason I stay away |
| These niggas be actin' the same |
| Don’t come around me for fame |
| If I don’t know you, ain’t gang |
| Yeah, please don’t complain |
| I used to pray for times like this |
| Drop a hundred in blues and that’s on the 'fit |
| Manager trippin' all on my drip |
| Thinkin' all my blues is counterfeit |
| Stuffin' these hundreds in Balmains |
| I know my niggas on call, man |
| Where was you when I was lost, man? |
| Devil on me, get him off, ayy |
| These niggas be snakes |
| They smile in your face, yeah |
| Right in your way, yeah |
| All they know is hate, yeah |
| Just make sure that they far away |
| 'Fore they show heartbreak, yeah |
| Don’t understand the pain, yeah |
| I just wanna be great, yeah |
| 50K all on the whip, wrist is on drip |
| I been that nigga since cookies and milk |
| Ice on my wrist lookin' like piss |
| Used to match the Girbauds with all the kicks |
| Now I’m in LA, sunny today |
| Now these bitches wanna come out and play |
| Used to be stuck up all back in the day |
| Crazy how money can make people change |
| I used to pray for times like this |
| Drop a hundred in blues and that’s on the 'fit |
| Manager trippin' all on my drip |
| Thinkin' all my blues is counterfeit |
| Stuffin' these hundreds in Balmains |
| I know my niggas on call, man |
| Where was you when I was lost, man? |
| Devil on me, get him off, ayy |
| These niggas be snakes |
| They smile in your face, yeah |
| Right in your way, yeah |
| All they know is hate, yeah |
| Just make sure that they far away |
| 'Fore they show heartbreak, yeah |
| Don’t understand the pain, yeah |
| I just wanna be great, yeah |
| These niggas be snakin' |
| No wonder why these niggas be hatin' |
| Got a thirty on the Glock if they play with |
| If I up, I’ma leave 'em on the pavement (Let's go) |
| Big bankroll, blue faces |
| Know a nigga came from the projects |
| We fly first class in private jets |
| And all these diamonds get her wet, oh yes |
| Lil' mama got a shape on her |
| Good dick, boy, I bet I put some weight on her |
| Play it wrong, t-shirt, I put your face on it |
| Been crossed, can’t even trust your own homie |
| Niggas can’t keep it true, I don’t vibe with 'em |
| Ain’t a snake in the grass, but we slidin', nigga |
| Put my life on the line, I’ma ride with it |
| Can’t do me like Pac, I’ma slide with it |
| These niggas be snakes |
| They smile in your face, yeah |
| Right in your way, yeah |
| All they know is hate, yeah |
| Just make sure that they far away |
| 'Fore they show heartbreak, yeah |
| Don’t understand the pain, yeah |
| I just wanna be great, yeah |
| I just want 'em to say |
| They gon' smile in your face |
| Ooh, I know they gon' hate |
| Ooh, you know they gon' hate, they gon' hate |
| They gon' hate, they gon' hate, yeah |