Lyrics:

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Told her I don't f-
Told her I don't f-
Told her I don't, uh, yeah
Told her I don't fight, yeah
Told her bring your pipe, yeah
I ain't with that soft shit
Tell that boy good night, yeah
Yeah I thought I told you
Yeah I thought I told you
I ain't doin' favors, all that shit is over
Might just get the Trackhawk
Might just get the Rover
Might go call the big shots
Might go get a chauffeur

[Verse]
Ok
Hoes, plenty
Friends, many
Bread, heavy
Benz, Bentley
Had to look up, pray to God, had to ask him if I'm ready
Now they askin' me for change, but where was you when I had penni5s
Niggas hate on me all day, but I don't care caus5 I got fearless
Like the freezer, I'm bipolar
Hop out the car seat, hop out the stroller
Hop to the Rollie
Why you tryna phone me?
Why you tryna talk to me, I thought you didn't know me?
Made my momma rich just off of vocals
'Member I was broke as hell, now your son is global
Genius