I think you tried to play me now I think you tried to play me now Fuck, I don’t really tell you shit But I got mad shit to tell you now Couple racks on some petty shit For a bag she gon’ do it all, ooh She get blind on some petty shit Talk about what she don’t do no more You know girl you really do the most You just wanna run around with your girls and talk about how I run around with the bros When I already know how this shit goes, yeah Think I’m addicted to the money, ooh I ain’t sayin’ that it’s true but I do Ooh, yeah Like na, na, na, na And I swear to God Any nigga try to touch my chain gon’ die 50 shots like ra, ra, ra And they won’t ever catch me lackin’ Yeah a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet 9 bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin’ ’bout some trap shit But you don’t wanna go there [?] I can tell you man you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin’ I know you want the one who run it up, ooh I can tell you when you still [?], ooh And you told me you still lookin’ for love, ooh I can’t lie, at first I wanted to fuck you Look, I can’t lie, at first I wanted to fuck you I told you to hit me I was like, “come through” I probably bought everything at Louis Vuttion, ooh I got the bag, got the hoodies, I got the duffels Money can’t make that nigga Money don’t make that nigga, don’t hate that nigga If I pull up in a Maybach, nigga Please don’t hate that, nigga
And they won’t ever catch me lackin’ Yeah a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet 9 bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin’ ’bout some trap shit But you don’t wanna go there [?] I can tell you man you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin’