(Ayy, V, line 'em up) Hm, hm Hm, hmm, hm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm Hm, hm Hold on, wait Got all these bitches at my feet but I won't [?] She say she want the diamond, crazy [?] We got more sticks than the navy in this place Don't want your belly, bitch I'm tryna shoot your face Don't want your body, bitch I want [?] How the fuck he [?] wit' a mop If you don't want me double back you better [?] If you don't want me double back you better [?] Hold up, wait I'm with a bad ass bitch in Turks and Caic's I don't want your body baby I just want the face Yeah, I'm multi-million but I'm still stuck in my ways I tried check the time but it's just diamonds in the- Yeah I do this shit for fun Why your boyfriend try to play with me, like damn girl is he drunk? Like what's up, shit is not my fault you was choosing up Tryna beef over a bitch, shit that boy is lame as fuck Hold on, wait Fifty to my brother lawyer for his open case That really ain't shit, I woke made fifty today Plus I'm bouta spend like seven million on my place I made sacrifices, that's the price of being great (That's the damn price) Hold up, wait Hm, hm Why you call me crying, told her Stop Hm, Mhm Momma called me crying, told her Stop Hm, hm Sorry, I ain't try to break her heart Hm, hm They just gon' have to break her heart Hm, hmm, hm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm Hm, hm Hold on, wait Million dollar crib for my momma she was servin' fiends Now she by the pool drinkin' wine, eating cottage cheese I'm gon' need my credit, I am so done with the modesty Boy what are you, dumb? Stupid or slow? I'm just doing what I'm 'post to, getting money, fucking ho's Book me for your festival, half a ticket for a show Man I do this shit for Saiko, RIP, that was my bro Hold on, wait Ever since a youngin' momma told me I'd be great They said it was luck, hell nah, it was fate They talk a whole lot but won't say it to my face Something's just won't ever change, hold up wait Hold up, wait Hm, hm Why you call me crying, told her Stop Hm, Mhm Momma called me crying, told her Stop Hm, hm Sorry, I ain't try to break her heart Hm, hm They just gon' have to break her heart Hm, hm Swervin', I got [?] to park your car Hm, hm Swervin' hundred shots to park your car Hm, hm [?] all them racks, that shit bizzare