Ayo, did you see that?

Got a bad lil' bitch and she told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then we ain't talking nada
You ain't got money, man, you ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes on my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick and she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and get this shit started

They finna call me in and tell me if my rent paid
I be bossed up, girly calling me her sensei
I'm on a week long binge, got rewards on the tenth stay
I don't need advice, it's so obvious I been paid
We could beef or we could have a laugh
Honestly, I'm interested in taking you up the latter half
Matter fact, face hit them eyes like some cataracts
You broke boy lashing out, who the fuck you laughing at?
Tell me what I need to fix, I might listen to ya'
If you measure greatness, I'ma snap the ruler
You better talk nice when I'm talking to ya' (When I'm talking to ya')

Got a bad lil' bitch and she told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then we ain't talking nada
You ain't got money, man, you ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes on my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick and she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and get this shit started

Yeah, I see 'em switching up like everywhere I go
You can't run a business throwin' Benji's on the floor
You said that was your main, I got pictures on my phones
Yeah, I got they jaws droppin', they ain't seen this shit before
Like, bitch I'm fucking lit
Tryna get my brother's rich
Yeah, I see these hoes biting, just kindly hold my dick
And I got these hoes vibin' when they listen to my shit
I got a whole iceberg and it glisten on my wrist
And it's crazy
Way the shit they tried to fucking play me
I'm a fucking warrior, I ain't talkin Kd
I'ma crazy lil' baby from the crack fuckin 80's
What you fuckin' need to know like, fuck a water whip

Got a bad lil' bitch and she told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then we ain't talking nada
You ain't got money, man, you ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes on my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick and she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and get this shit started