[Intro]
Oh my, middle of the night
Fire cast a light on you
I slide, a little to the right (Dee B, got that)
Just so I am next to you (Mm, Darkboy)
And as the world goes 'round and 'round (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)
You take my hand, as you leave the ground (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)
Heart in the stars when you're around (I gotta focus on my needs, my needs)
I wanna fly with you
[Chorus]
How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)
Niggas talk 'bout how they up with the kid, but them niggas is bluffin' (Yeah)
I spend a K every week, smart with my money, I be
Saving these bills, not a bitch, count up so much, feel elite
Niggas be rats for the cheese, no, I don't fein for the beats
Give a fuck 'bout what you want
Feel like the onе, so I gotta focus on my needs
She want a new SRT
I told a bitch "If you don't suck dick, walk yo fine ass to thе streets"
[Verse]
Made all my numbers go up
Kept it a hunnid, and kept it a buck
Fit is so drippy, it's wetter than suds
Lit like a match and I'm lit like a blunt
Crew lit like a swisher, we drip on these niggas
Done built up some figures, you small, we look bigger
Dont symbol no shit that you don't know shit 'bout
You mouses get caught in a trap
W-W-Water on me, niggas still in a drought
Water on me, niggas still in a drought
'Member days when all my rap was a cap
Now I got drip that require a towel
And money coming in, it barely come out
You funny if you think I'm going broke now
For these new faces, I put on my shades
Counting blue faces, I just want the cake
I'm a new racist, I don't fuck with fakes
I'ma Liu Kang, kick 'em outta my way
Duffle bags stacked up, I got from the bank
I done got my racks up, and don't feel the same
We still shoot high, the top where I aim
[Chorus]
How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)
Niggas talk 'bout how they up with the kid, but them niggas is bluffin' (Yeah)
I spend a K every week, smart with my money, I be
Saving these bills, not a bitch, count up so much, feel elite
Niggas be rats for the cheese, no, I don't fein for the beats
Give a fuck 'bout what you want
Feel like the one, so I gotta focus on my needs
She want a new SRT
I told a bitch "If you don't suck dick, walk yo fine ass to the streets"
[Verse]
Can't sell my soul to no flow, gotta wish 'em well
Hope I hit shots that I throw in the wishing well
Mind on the dough, won't go broke, even in the cell
Heat that I speak burn ya toast, got the flow from hell
I'm proud of the burners I put on to win the race
Think like a winner, 'cause losers be minutes late
Not satisfied till I cash out in a different state
Drip on these niggas, my juice be the minute maid
You said you my brother, we going to high
I feel like I'm Noah, I'm in my U.I
And the view up too, birds wing, bird eye
Now my view too huge, can't close my eyes (Uh)
Nigga, I'll never go bankrupt
Bankrolls on me, shawty want the wood, the plank, yeah
Running up the money, till I hop inside a tank truck (Skrrt)
Shoot a nigga and his bitchs' lace front
So much wood, can a woodchuck chuck?
Fuck up, tuff luck, pussy get punched up
No matter what you doing nigga you are not us
Pipe up, get cut, turn a duck to a dust
Uh-us
Uh-us, us, ay, ay, yeah
[Outro]
How you gon' say you my brodie? But you can't pop out at the function (Yeah)
