Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night nearly crashed it Spinnin' out on the highway, 720 in the Aspen Bad bitch in the passage, seen her whole life flashin' Ray whippin' up my clan right behind me, niggas spun right past her Thank God I'm alive, thank God, but I probably gotta spend a bank job on the ride Back bump a white Wraith, cost 19K, but that ain't none of my safe All you rappers ain't safe, let me say it with the bass All you rappers ain't safe, all you singers ain't safe First single had me in the crib, puttin' Platinum Plex in the place Drop love, went top, pop club, everything just grace Grammy nominated on the first album, motherfuckers see the face? Look at me, I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas is sugar me Bust down, bust down, bust down, Raffaello, what you did to me? I need the money, alas, I need the money, advance Tell me the money is near, or I ain't comin' out the van Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G-code Got three hoes in the G-fold, got A, B, C, D, F, G, X, Y, and Z hoes I'm still ballin' like D-Rose, I'm still poppin' on V-Rose I'm still lookin' like, wait, still sippin' on Tito's My dick giant like FIFO, if you need know Money singin' in the C-note like Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do Get it for my niggas back home In the fiend house, sellin' crack on the trap phone in the crack home When the time gettin' cold, had to go to Bramalee Steal a jacket up and buy the Jack Jones Rodgers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill, switchin' to the black phone I had to switch to a TELUS, ain't really *** you can tell us All of y'all niggas is jealous Runnin' through the check, money upset, all of these niggas is mad at me Ten chains, bought ten rings on a nigga lookin' like Swag Daddy I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryin' to make the bag happy Cali girl throw her back at me in the back alley in the cat daddy Yeah, I say bust down, bust down I throw dick at your bitch, she gon' touch down, touch down Bitch, I'm up now, what now? *** bout what you somethin' bout? That *** sound like us now My *** sound like what now? Prayin' that my exes don't ever get famous Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer Life and this business come with these different dangers You'd rather lie to me, tell me you still a angel How you still a angel? You'll be lyin', you just *** some niggas on me And claim you see it from different angles I see the danger, I find the crazy *** I know you ask a good girl Tip a flow tripper, turn stripper Last night call her, had *** off liquor Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar That you kneelin' down to pick up From these niggas throwin' it up You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty What they want, though? Hey, the reason why you bout to get them Louis Vuittons, though? Hey, the reason why you bout to get your rent paid? Tell them hoes don't shade, they should wear they best shades, ain't it? She gon' make a thousand on a bad day Ten hours shippin', she don't never take a half day Told me dancin' was her pathway And did it to the fullest, cause she hate to leave it halfway Hold up, bust it, I can't trust it ***in' with you got me goin' way up out the budget Pour a shot up, this is for the last night Last night before I lost you to the fast lap