What’s up, girl?
Ain’t nothing, this ni**a in here stressing
Talking that old off the wall back to Africa sh** again
What, that God body s**t?
Yeah, that dumb s**t, I’m trying to get up out of here
I hear that, but, yo, you know the spot is pumping tonight
Word, for real, where?
You know, where the real ni**a’s is popping the Cristal
Not that White Star
Ha ha, word, where the real ni**a’s at?

(Verse 1)
Yo, they just want a ni**a to lose; Mayweather Pac Man
Government don’t play fair, they’d rather backhand
Cops killing us left and right, pray for the black man
I’m trying to get that Creflo Dollar, faithfully stack bands
And, listen, I refuse to let em jack the O.G
Yeah, you’s a ni**a like a black emoji
I got the LTE flows, you ni**a’s still a 4G
I’m Nino Brown on a roof and you got to go, G
Am I my brother’s keeper?
My brother keep on the hip, not a beeper, he the reaper
Black hoodie on, turn you to a hard sleeper
Turn your peoples into weepers, your chick a leaper
Jumped on your boy and gave it to me for cheaper
Probably cause you shallow and my pockets is deeper
I just want it on a late night, he could keep her
Pick her up in the Wrangler, jeepers creepers
Scary movie, she be running, but she keep falling
Now she balling, she love it that my seats Spalding
That’s ball leather, it gets cooler like fall weather
We meet up at the Four Seasons, that’s all weather
The sad part he don’t even know he lost her
He don’t drink, but she do say he double crossed her
You probably won’t get that ’til you look at the bottle
There’s a message in it, baby, just look in the bottom
Shorty, don’t lose yourself trying to look like these models
Cause it’s way more to life than bookings and bottles
Looking for follows, hook up for swallow
Some ni**a with a big cheque, yeah, you looking for lotto
Owe you dollar and a dream, bi**hes Powerball bi**hes
Win 4Life, Mega Millions, pick four bi**hes
Looking for a ni**a that four bi**hes
Setting thirst traps, got to click more pictures
That’s a lick for bi**hes, ride the d**k, raw bi**hes
Have a baby by the ni**a, make him trick more riches
Damn, she just want to play with them boss toys
Lex coupes, the Beamers and the Benz, Lost Boys
Think they got a good one, lock her down and wife her
Found out she a scared bitter, not a lifer
Couple rappers in her circle, pu**y in a cypher
F**ked the boss and the shooter, she Michelle Pfeiffer
Scarface s**t, caption like ‘I only f**k with bosses
The biggest ones, The Rick Rosses
Yeah, you with the winning team, but you taking losses
Shout out to the college girls out here taking courses
Just because they in school, but never get no credit
We follow hoes that don’t know where they headed
But I ain’t preaching, I ain’t trying minister nothing
But f**k a bag, you better get a business or something
You better stack this and flip instead of spinning some stunting
Before your dope boy boo catch a sentence or something
Cause I, I remember how that girl flossed
Now look at her, that girl lost

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