(Intro – Digital Nas)
Ahem, now last time I talked on a song with Boat, uh
Y’all broke ass ni**as was hating
Only difference this time is
He surpassed all y’all broke a$$ ni**as
(Verse)
Uh, all day I’m rocked up
Plotting on a bad bi**h to come and s**k d**k
Cook French toast and clean the bathroom
There’s piss all on the floor, bi**h, go clean it up
Ni**a, soaked in sauce, boy, they fiendinb up
Every night you pu**y ni**as dream you us
Yeah, you signed a deal but you ain’t seeing us
200k, I coulda bought a Bentley Truck
Every pu**y ni**a at South By, we had to smash on em
Ni**as say he wanted two verses but he was hella trash but he had cash on him
I’m remember TBT, used to have the CDG, s**t was hella flee
Back when all my thoughts were accurate, an Acura tryna chase a bill
Now I focus hard on closing deals so that when I sign a deal I gross a hundred mil
Stuck between trying to find friends who want innovation but will still kill
Every day a ni**a’s mom’s calling a ni**a up saying a ni**a spend too much
Baby girl, I made more guap than the President did in several months
F**k my annual taxes, coulda bought some land with several cactus
Just looked up in the mirror and I’m getting fat, f**k, it’s time to practice
My side bi**h from Sacramento didn’t s**k my d**k til we hit Saks Fifth
But after that, she went 7:30
I knew she would from a little birdy
Head so good, got me unsturdy
Giving free clout to the unworthy
Goggles on like I’m James Worthy
Couldn’t get hard, told her lick it, make sure it’s still working
Goddamn, Boat you hella wild
Turned your mother into a pedophile
Bet she wanna f**k me
All this gold got me feeling lucky
My bi**h ride with me like the bride of Chuckie
Ni**a, run up, get done up
Flexing to the sun up
Better put your guns up
I wouldn’t go toe to toe with you ni**as unless it’s for guap
Pu**y boy, get your funds up
18 years old, I made my first million
Now I’m tryna make 100
Bi**h, I’m 19
Watch how I Diddy Bop in my Ice Creams
Finesse that lil bi**h right up out them Gucci chains
