作词 : Edwin Green/Rose Ella Jones/William Robinson Jr.

作曲 : Edwin Green/Edward Maclin Cooper III/Rose Ella Jones/William Robinson Jr.

While rapping about the woman

Who would share our future lives

We both painted a picture that is you

So, I'm just a— (Coupe)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]

Back in the 3

Believe it or not, we see yo’ lil' shots, we know you're like Shaq at the three

My nigga with mops’ll clean up your block, like spectacular D

Get the sack and then leave, stacking up racks to my teeth

Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans, I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth

I'm from the danger zone, most of these niggas can't claim a zone (Ayy)

I put some bangers on, I always saw 'em as angels though (Three)

Niggas'll play a role and feel a way when you don't play along

I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous, gotta leave lames alone

Nigga what's goin’? I just got the show in, a shoe-in for blowing, I’m blowing a bag

I've been recordin’ shit later than Conan, they know where I'm goin' and know that it's fast

Follow my heart, I’m regarded by all as the hardest new artist, I started the path

I let a model hoe squat at the pad, **** with the squad and you want get a pass (Bah)

[Chorus]

Might send a blitz to tackle somebody, I got expensive zap on my body

I don't do shit but handle money, I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money

Might send a blitz to tackle somebody, I got expensive zap on my body

I don't do shit but handle money, I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money

I don't want shit but the cream of the crop

Picture lil' me in a seat at the top but leave it uncropped

Show 'em the mud, the seed of the crop precedin' the guap

Made a receipt off deceiving the cops, barrel breathin' from the heat of the Glock

Heat up the night with needles and rocks, Minecraft niggas beating the block

Mind lag, put the bean with the Wok', I ain't have to put a key in the car (Ayy)

Seein' a loss and seein' the cost to bein' the boss is a bee and a wasp

Now it's just your bitch and me at the loft, no Doug E. Fresh but I'm (Puh-choo-choo-choo, puh-choo-choo-choo)

No Doug E. Fresh but I'm beating the box, push up two fingers and finger the walls

I'm just Bruce Lee with some locs' (I told that pussy, "Be like water")

I crouch in that tiger, I hit with my dragon, I'm counting up none but bluefaces like Drakken

I'm feeding a eater, she's sniffing and gagging, I clean the two-seater right after the action

I know what to do and I do what I know, and I know what to do if these niggas want action, I —

[Chorus]

Might send a blitz to tackle somebody, I got expensive zap on my body

I don't do shit but handle money, I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money

Might send a blitz to tackle somebody, I got expensive zap on my body

I don't do shit but handle money, I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money, yeah (Shh)

I don't want shit but bags of money