I aint playing no way, I got bands 
No Shawty lo Im the man 
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran 
Hundred bands my motherfucking pants 
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout
You aint talking about nothing, got a whole lot of birds
He aint got that thing, he a mahfucking nerd
He a mahfuckin toilet, i’m a mahfuckin turd?
Ima cash out on your bitch and shell mahfucking slurp
Put my dick inside your drawers Im all on
Im a kush rushing working dog
Let my tear down her wall
Im a goddamn motherfucking boss
I got goddamn motherfucking sauce
She aint not goddamn motherfucking shark
But she got goddamn motherfucking jaws
Alphabetical order, I got hoes in alphabetical order
I aint scream but I got to slaughter her
And if the bitch bad I might daughter her, you dig
I aint playing no way, I got bands 
No Shawty lo Im the man 
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran 
Hundred bands my motherfucking pants 
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout
OG gas bag Im loaded down in cash
TIP trying to whip some forgis got them showing my ass
Got two hard on my dash I smash
Baby say she want cash for this
You aint talking about nothing baby Longwayll pass
Im the man in my town like Bobby Brown
Im Molly Santana Brown in my rollie
Like Patrick Swayze theres a round
Tip toes Ill stay down
I aint fucking around with your ass
Two guns Im doubled down put the F&N on your ass
If you still talking about friendship I aint fucking around
All that you a rooster now they aint around
No I dont want to hit that I smoking out the pound
Nah girl I dont want to hit that you a nat-nat now
I aint playing no way, I got bands 
No Shawty lo Im the man 
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran 
Hundred bands my motherfucking pants 
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout
Talking about pounds and bricks, Huh I speak no English
Talking about cooking and wrapping and flipping them chickens my nigga you trippin
Nigga we all know you snitching
Thinking you gon catch me slipping
I post on the block Im selling the rock
I see the feds Im jumping the fences
Back to the trap thinking like damn what the fuck these niggas plotting
I feel the trap spot is hot I look out the window I knew these niggas plotting
Helicopters on top, SWATs around my house
No Young Joc but it’s going down
I aint playing no way, I got bands 
No Shawty lo Im the man 
Them bricks right here wrapped in saran 
Hundred bands my motherfucking pants 
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout, hell you talking bout
Hell you talking bout