Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe Niggas asked for the fame, can't relate Gettin' high in the Lamb' like a date She my twin, but we can't get along Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s Mud fake, probably havin' withdrawals Got paper and ho get a– Ayy, ayy Got paper and ho get along Got paper and ho get along Got paper and ho get along I make a bad bitch hit notes Me and twin get the highest, for sure We pour codeine in high doses I don't get how a broke nigga joke These lil' niggas (phew) No way a nigga really want smoke I fly a bitch in, won't poke her I just want her to see we the most (what?) Richest young niggas ya know (okay) If it's up with me don't post it Need to be worried 'bout bills Not what the fuck I'm postin' Same young niggas I post with (mm) Post up, H-Town, loaded Pretty young bitch, come hold it Big boy, faces, toted Movin' around, boat-less Slime, I'm the coldest Slide it to the bro, how I owe him? (Slatt) Get niggas spent like a token Ayy, I be slimy but I'm still focused She stand on what she say Whenever I see her, I got something for her I really be livin', I'm livin in space I'm thinkin' the Bentley, and Rari, and solo Mind your feelings, but you in the way We could explore, don't forget your play I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards I got on my cleats and I didn't even play Talk about the world, I'm banned in SoHo Recommend ten milligrams in a day Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster And I'm gon' autograph with my name She said I'm perfect but I'm two-faced She said I'm perfect but I'm two– Ayy, ayy, got paper and ho get along Got paper and ho get along Got paper and ho get along Ayy, ayy, got paper and ho get along (the label in here, I can't be fucked with) Got paper and ho get along (yeah, like nigga) Got paper and ho get along Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said You know that they got it from me (you know that they got it from me) I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me We was just juggin' with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Sprite Licker (the Fuck?) I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep You know sent you the AR deeds You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (ugh) Say he gettin' money, well where it at? I ain't see it I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (oh, yeah) I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork Pullin' her weave then I buy her a bundle Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her I'm sippin' wock, I know that you jealous I'm fuckin' first night, or holdin' a grudge Bet you ain't ever seen you a good year Niggas with millions comin' like us You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey Brown in the face like niggas in a– nigga Yeah, cullinan flown like a boat on land I don't fuck with niggas, we the can't be clan Remember payin' twenty-five zen for a Xan Sell 'em for a dollar, chrome Heart joggers I done left five M cash, we the robbers I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault Runnin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call Yeah, he ran off, but he ain't get far Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars, yeah