(Intro – Jay Critch)
Hey, hey
(Chorus – Jay Critch & PnB Rock)
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know, I don’t know
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon smoke, okay fine
I been really on my grind for the dope
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she f**ked my bro, ayy
Young ni**a getting to the dough, got it for the low
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
Young ni**a pull up in the Ghost
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy, bands
She say that I flex, I do the most
Pull up in a rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Aww s**t, 12 coming, get low, yeah
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Flowing through the city with my bros, yeah
Riding with them poles, bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
(Verse – Jay Critch & PnB Rock)
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
Ni**a we ain’t playing with that money, got it on me
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a rari, hey
Now I pull up in a rari
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bi**h was looking salty
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain’t never sorry
Thought I would be broke for forever, bi**h, I’m balling
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancing
I’m pushing the Wraith, member dreaming bout a Phantom
Peep the haters faces, I know that they can’t stand it
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
Shawty, you too basic, I can’t be your man, no
Diamonds they are racist, flashing like a camera
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo, hey
(Chorus – Jay Critch & PnB Rock)
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know, I don’t know
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon smoke, okay fine
I been really on my grind for the dope
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she f**ked my bro, ayy
Young ni**a getting to the dough, got it for the low
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
Young ni**a pull up in the Ghost
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy, bands
She say that I flex, I do the most
Pull up in a rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Aww s**t, 12 coming, get low, yeah
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Flowing through the city with my bros, yeah
Riding with them poles, bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
