It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
Cause Im in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, Im on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace
I aint never have run-ins with old girls 
I aint never gon punt, boy, Ima score 
Been a boss nigga, I aint never do no chores
And they already know Im too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a smore
Yeah, they hate seein me win, it hurt to the core
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I aint comin home tonight, dont leave the light on
Aint goin for nothin, find another nigga to plot on
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes
I know real don dadas and vatos
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
Cause Im in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, Im on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it aint the same
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main
I aint tryna tell you, aint tryna talk, I up the stain
Might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree
My lil brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Quit droppin roses on the casket, aint romantic
But I aint go to DeVry, I dont understand it
Im tired of fightin my problems with Xanax
First time my mama told me, Boy, get manly 
Just bought my mama a house and its in my business name 
Soon as I cashed out, thats when my credit came
Its hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang
I told her, Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
Cause Im in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, Im on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace