(Captain Crunch presents-)
Nah, real shit
Yeah

I got some Prada, my bag
am I bad to kiss the baddest bitch? (Yeah)
And I know that they goin' out sad
they cannot touch on my lavishness
And I say, and I say
and I say fuck what you had, yeah
'cause you don't have this (And I say, and I say)
I got a whole lotta muh'fuckin' blue strips
they disappear just like it's
magic (Whole lotta muh'fuckin'-)
All of this shit is who made me, yeah
check out my start (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip
go crazy (Skrrt) (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Money got me feelin' crazy, as of lately
And I'm pretty sure that you gon' hate me
if you don't like it, you don't pay me
Hold up, wait, yeah (Yeah)

You don't know me, you don't know shit
That's yo' bitch, boy, that's my bitch
That's my wrist, it look like this (Uh)
Throw ten bands, but this ain't shit (Phew)
Whole lotta money, I look like a kid (Phew, yeah)
I'm searching for bread while smokin' a zip (Yeah)
I go to the stu' and I call it my shift (Uh, yeah) , woo
Got Prada, my fit
Copped that kit
You mad as shit
You know me, you know me, you know me, you know you
I know me, I know me, I know me, I don't know you
Stop calling my phone, lil' bitch, yeah
suck on my dick, yeah, fit this dick in her mouth
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pull up at her house
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know ya' spouse (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hid inside her blouse
yeah, yeah (Hold up, hold up, spouse, uh)
All of these kids is some bitches
they sittin' down criss-cross applesauce (Uh) , nah, nah
You don't know me and my gang
so you better go hit the exhaust
Yeah, stayed down, yeah, stayed down
stayed in my lane, yeah, I paid my own [?]
Nah, fuck all these labels who playin' with me
'boutta fuck all these labels
who playin' with me (FUCK 'EM.)
I got the-, water, uh, uh, water, water (Ah, ah, ah)
Oh, she got the toppy, she like, top, top, mm (Top, top)
Yeah, check my wrist-watch (Check my gleam, uh, gleam, uh)
Yo' shit really fake
it don't even tick-tock (Don't even tick-tock)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the beans for? (What's the beans?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Pepto-Bismol
I been sippin', uh, uh, red, Hi-Tech (Uh, uh)
You been sippin' cranberry juice
in yo' hand, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, fake)

I got some Prada, my bag
am I bad to kiss the baddest bitch? (Yeah)
And I know that they goin' out sad
they cannot touch on my lavishness
And I say, and I say
and I say fuck what you had, yeah
'cause you don't have this (And I say, and I say)
I got a whole lotta muh'fuckin' blue strips
they disappear just like it's
magic (Whole lotta muh'fuckin'-)
All of this shit is who made me, yeah
check out my start (Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip
go crazy (Skrrt) (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Money got me feelin' crazy, as of lately
And I'm pretty sure that you gon' hate me
if you don't like it, you don't pay me
Hold up, wait, yeah (Yeah)

Uh-huh, nah, hold up, wait, oh, yeah, yeah, hey, c'mon
Bih', yeah, yeah
Came on the beat, like, uh, yeah, yeah