Dont make him mad, hell put a side bitch on you
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on em 
You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf 
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands-- 
Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, ayy 
Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet , hop off a jet 
Hop off a jet , hop off a jet 
Shot that boy so many times, he caught on fire 
Every single night, Im spittin fire
Tryna count my profit, baby, watch em
Im tired of one, I need to threesome 
I need a threesome 
God, give me a threesome 
Three-three-three-three-three-three-threesome, ayy 
Push the head up and be strong 
Every city I leave, I lean on 
Ashes in the Bentley, Im dead wrong
Wooden room in my Japanese home 
Rockin Guess in my Japanese drawers 
My friends signed my Japanese wall 
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost 
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost, but 
Dont make him mad, hell put a side bitch on you
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me 
Aint got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me 
Im in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me 
You cant trick me like I got the answers tatted on me, and aint got no scratches on me 
I got a ratchet ho, and I got this ratchet on me 
My life like dominoes, I cant make mistakes lil homie 
Ayy, I aint got no scratches nowhere 
I got good skin like a Covergirl 
You can come and chill with me 
Lets drink a pint of codeine 
Plus when she on syrup she a lil Easy
Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until youre gone 
Pillsbury Doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just cause my son
I put a puddle on the neck of my son 
I got some Act, I got some red in my tummy 
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month 
I got the Benz, still aint traded in or nothin 
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one 
Dont make him mad, hell put a side bitch on you
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on em
You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me 
Aint got no more wristbands, but I got bands on me 
Im in love with my clan, boutta tat they names on me 
You cant trick me like I got the answers tatted on me, and aint got no scratches on me 
Got blood, right on my boots, mm
You kick em, that bitch the swoop, mm
How dare you, I keep the ruler , mm
My chains, Im Rick the Ruler, mm
Thats foreign, aint old school, mm
We killin, aint tryna sue you, mm
Came a long way from ramen noodles, mm
2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin girl, you full, mhm
Got Molly in my Red Bull, ah-huh
Im with the dogs, and, yeah, we cruel, uh-huh
Everything you do be fire like you, ohh-oh
Dont make him mad, hell put a side bitch on you
Dont make him mad, hell put that side bitch on em 
You made him mad, he put you right back on the shelf 
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Aint got no more wristbands-- 
Yeah, boutta stack up my figures, ayy 
Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet , hop off a jet 
Hop off a jet , hop off a jet