[Chorus]
Yeah, I left my watch home, but I got my rubber band (But I got my rubber band)
I'ma pour this drank, shoot your face with my other hand (Shoot your face with my other hand)
They askin' what I like to do, and I just say get money (Get money)
Why you keep on flexin' with it, we know that's his money (Yeah, we know that's his money)
State Prop, we them youngins that robbed B-Hop (Yeah, we them young niggas robbed B-Hop)
I know old niggas shootin' shit, Boris Diaw
We got more fuckin' guns in this trunk than T.I.
I got bitches singin' my songs like B5 (Like B5)
State Prop, we them youngins that robbed B-Hop (Yeah, we them young niggas robbed B-Hop)
I know old niggas shootin' shit, Boris Diaw
Wе got more fuckin' guns in this trunk than T.I. (We got more fuckin' guns than T.I.)
I got bitchеs singin' my songs like B5 (Like B5)
[Verse]
You the type of nigga love the bitch, then tell her that (Then tell her that, fuckin' tell her that)
I'm the type of nigga, take the trip, then mail it back (I'ma take the trip, then mail it back, mail it back)
I'm the type of nigga started off from sellin' crack (Sellin' crack, sellin' crack)
I'm the type of nigga takin' shit, then sell it back (I'ma sell it back)
Playin' Simon says, bitches doin' what I say (Yeah, come on)
We givin' shots out, nigga, like Bombay (Boom, boom, boom)
I'm just tryna leave with the chip, LeBron James (LeBron James)
Hit the road, stayed on the road for nine days (Yeah, I stayed on the road for nine days, yeah)
Now both of my pockets look like Rod Wave (That's Rod Wave)
Now both of my pockets look like Rod Wave
I'ma fuck the bitch, then give her back, she can be yours (Yeah, she can be yours)
She said that she want a check, fuck you call me for? (The fuck you call me for?)
I be mixing Louis with the Chrome and Dior (Yeah)
I left out of Dior, yeah, that's the cheap store (Yeah, that's the cheap store)
Went through the airport, nothin' but cash in my bag (It's nothin' but cash in my bag)
That nigga a bitch, they said he died and I'm glad (Yeah, I'm glad)
I don't steal, only thing I stole was a nigga's bitch (Yeah, I'm lyin', I stole a nigga's bitch)
In the kitchen, this ain't breakfast, but I'm mixin' grits (Yeah, I'm mixin' grits)
Nigga try to take somethin', I'ma give him this
This is like a whole brick that's on a nigga's wrist (Yeah, this like a brick)
She said that she want some money, baby, that shit Runtz (That shit Runtz)
No, you wasn't with me in there shootin' that gym up (You wasn't with me shootin' that gym up)
We the spinnin' team, why would you go against us?
We the winnin' team, why would you go against us?
We the winnin' team, why would you go against us? (Yeah, we the winnin' team)
Young nigga in his bag, gettin' rich like Roddy (Yeah, I'm rich like Roddy)
Before I wrote a rap I was tryna do robberies (I was tryna do robberies)
Back when my mom was bangin' Jadakiss and Foxy (Jadakiss and Foxy)
I thought I was South Central, OG Bobby (OG Bobby)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I left my watch home, but I got my rubber band (But I got my rubber band)
I'ma pour this drank, shoot your face with my other hand (Shoot your face with my other hand)
They askin' what I like to do, and I just say get money (Get money)
Why you keep on flexin' with it, we know that's his money (Yeah, we know that's his money)
State Prop, we them youngins that robbed B-Hop
I know old niggas shootin' shit, Boris Diaw
We got more fuckin' guns in this trunk than T.I.
I got bitches singin' my songs like B5
