text: Ayy, uh, hello
  Ayy, uh, ayy, okay
  Shit, ayy, uh
  Okay, when she give me head she gon use both hands, okay, hey
  How you know? Hey, hey
  Im the man, hey
  Ooh, Im in the club and Im doing the staleface, hey, hey
  Why you mad? Hey
  Im just waiting to get, ooh, ooh
  Check please, hey
  I need my check please, hey
  Try to check me, you gon need a check please 
  And the fuckin Glock become designer, okay
  Niggas rockin Glocks like them shits designer, okay
  If I pull mine Ima fuckin design you, okay 
  Leave you chopped up like some fuckin lasagna, okay
  Uh, keep the piece, Ive been tryna keep the peace 
  We can clear the fuckin streets, thats why Im tryin to keep the peace
  Ayy, I got a money recipe that work for more than me, ayy
  They cant work for you, hey, uh
  You can work for me, ayy
  She love me cause I get it out the bowl 
  Im a real nigga rockin real gold 
  But little do she know 
  Im just tryna get her out them clothes 
  She love me cause I get it out the bowl 
  Im a real nigga rockin real gold 
  But little do she know 
  Im just tryna get her out them clothes 
  Bitch, hold up
  Twenty bands in my hands
  Ima make these bitches do the Macarena 
  Im a real street nigga 
  Ill be damned if I pay you for a feature 
  Mamacita 
  I wanna meet ya 
  Smokin reefer 
  I keep my heater 
  I met her at the club, I knew she was a cheater 
  I can fuck you, baby girl, but I cant keep you 
  Yeah, Im a liar, Im a dog, she a silly bitch 
  She always call my phone with that silly shit 
  You aint talkin money, hang the phone up 
  You aint talkin money, nigga, hold up 
  You aint talkin money, nigga, grow up 
  Got it out the bowl with the cola 
  She love me cause I get it out the bowl 
  Im a real nigga rockin real gold 
  But little do she know 
  Im just tryna get her out them clothes 
  She love me cause I get it out the bowl 
  Im a real nigga rockin real gold 
  But little do she know 
  Im just tryna get her out them clothes 
  Bitch, hold up