It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Y'all call her friends, bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Y'all caught the Zaza bass and a brick of IC And they wanna high rock the beat, can't hundred degrees Cause I'm in the AC, my heat on M16 My pack's on ATO, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch her off, know I'll kiss them feet I ain't never had run-in with old girl I ain't never gon' punt, but I'ma score Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores And they already know I'm too sharp like swords Hit your block up with Bareilles and more Tell my white bitch, tell my black bitch, make some more Yeah, they hate seeing me when they hurry to the call Get that new, yeah, we add five to the fill I ain't coming home tonight, don't leave the light on Ain't going for nothing, find another nigga to plot on Somebody block bitch partners and buy homes I know real done daughters and bought those It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Y'all call her friends, bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee Y'all caught the Zaza bass and a brick of IC And they wanna high rock the beat, can't hundred degrees Cause I'm in the AC, my heat on M16 My pack's on ATO, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch her off, know I'll kiss them feet If I catch that bitch, it ain't the same Waffle on the jet, just in case I text my man I ain't trying to tell you, ain't trying to talk, I up this thing It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out the tree All her brother hard hitters, I just gotta let them be Stood me in the bathroom and let me buzz on her teeth Could drop the roses on the casket, ain't romantic I ain't go to the ride home, don't stand here I'm tired of fighting my problems, what's in this? First time my mama told me, boy, get manly Bitch bought my mama a house and it's in my business name Soon as I cashed out, that's when my credit came It's hard to see, but I know a snitch is out of every game I told her mice isn't rats, yeah, they spread the same It might not matter to you, but it matter to me Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats Yeah, I called her friends, bitch, she kissed my wee-wee-wee Yeah, I caught the Zaza bass and a brick of icy And they wanna high rock the beat, can't hundred degrees Cause I'm in the AC, my heat on M16 My pack's on ATO, I'm on this ATV If I ever catch you all, know I kissed them pieces