I don't do no flaggin', y'all know that Young nigga, I got old cash I got old cash and that's so sad I got Prada on my ho ass, yeah From the Golden Acres projects, I was a bad lil' kid I want my baby to do my adlibs, that was my last bid JG Wentworth, need my cash big, just came from rags to riches Too much Snipers in the masjid, you smell like catfish Mama had heard me on the radio, then she start sheddin' tears Remember when we ain't have no ceiling fan, now we got chandelier Never sweat, I'm rockin' cashmere, I'm fuckin' a cashier Say I made so much money last year, I ain't a– Got helicopter on my ho ear, you niggas so weird Tell my son to bring me a cold beer, don't touch my bold lil' pill I changed my mind, okay, go grab the pills, yeah, yeah White bitch bald-head, look like Britney Spears, yeah, yeah I be snipin', baby, John Deere, don't get your dog killed Got the jack delivered to the crib, hey, Cardi B, grab the mirror I be flippin' when I'm hittin' moves and scrapin' residue On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo, I fuck 'round, wreck the coupe Smokin' flakka, you a nini-poo, ayy, Psycho, pass the boot I don't do no flaggin', nigga, I been the truth, I keep mine, pack a suit Gettin' this chicken, cock-a-doodle-doo, cock it, then you shoot I'm in the club boppin' with the crew, rockin' with the woo Got the whole Dania in the loop, Duval in kahoots You my favorite swoop, you my fave, you my favorite swoop Mulsanne baby blue, let me find out you be savin' boo Told the bitch: You better not cheat on me: Got 9 millimeter on me MOB, I'm a big ol' Z, L-M-N-O-P Niggas be steady be talkin' what they gon' do, okay, we gon' see He was always a bad-ass project baby You know what I mean? He was bad as fuck But he had a talent I don't even know that he know how much talent he had at the time because he was young You know what I mean? He was a jit, he was like twelve, thirteen But when you hear his music, you like: What the fuck? He been here before You know what I mean? He been here before, he special And he was a Black-ass nigga too, like me So I'm like damn His name Kodak, he was J-Black, then I say: Naw, his name Kodak Shit, he probably could be bigger than Michael Jackson Probably, and Michael Jordan, be bigger than Michael Ayy, I don't know why niggas don't like Kodak, like Nigga, you don't much know the nigga, how you don't like the nigga? Like For real, though We from the projects, we Haitians, we're poor We're, we just comin' up, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Like, real-nigga shit, though, like, this 40 shit, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Like, we straight from the projects, Section 8 house Nigga, we grew up where roaches at Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Now our mamas, they learnin' English and shit This shit comin' in good This shit comin' in real good