Lyrics:

I can't fuck with shorty know she a tip
She on her shit, look like Draya Michell
Caught 'em goin' crazy giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me ima pay her
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a playa
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we caught they gone give me the chair
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em

Ain't no back and fourth with no bitches ain't tinted
Rolls Royce truck bitch it ain't rented
And they bragging bout bitches I promise we hit 'em
I flooded my wrist let the bros spilt a million
At this point I'm heartless I ain't got no feelings
Buy every building in hood for my children
Like a Drake song got your vibe feelin' groovy
With no phone we can make us a movie
I ain't in my bag I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y'all you couldn't be out
Free bros buy my shit off the key house
I'm at the vibe with a spot this the creep house
Lil shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tent on the whip you can't see out
Ready to set it off Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches who would they be bout

I can't fuck with shorty know she a tip
She on her shit, look like Draya Michell
Caught 'em goin' crazy giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me ima pay her
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a playa
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we caught they gone give me the chair
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em

Ain't no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up do it all again
First you get a mill then it's times ten
Youngest out the crew AMG Benz
Stand up like a man take it on the chin
They got consequences in life of sins
Laugh about it go in a Gucci spend a ten
When you come home we gone all win
Go in any club and make it thunder storm
This shit reckless
He gon knock you out with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox really we came from nun
Only ride with my security because I can't be armed
Can't get caught with another gun
They gon know me when I'm gone
Hear pain inside my songs
It's like switch I cut it on
Pills kickin in gettin' in my zone
Do my job and send 'em home
Never talkin' on them phones
The feds gone try to do us wrong
Man they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
I cut my scrap this microphone
Nobody know what's goin' on
Glad I made it off the road
Granddad showed me life is a gamble every since I been on them dice they gon suck it up like a bowl of rice
Give it to them niggas every time

I can't fuck with shorty know she a tip
She on her shit, look like Draya Michell
Caught 'em goin' crazy giving 'em hell
She ain't tryna go with me ima pay her
I crush a lot baby girl I'm a playa
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we caught they gone give me the chair
Fuck the law make 'em earn what they pay 'em