I bet this bad bitch, it was nothin' to get her You want a whole brick, oh, it's nothin' to get her Oh, you want diamonds like this, it wasn't nothin' to get her I had to focus, then it wasn't nothin' to get her 30,000 on the watch, I swear to God I'm ballin' Feds watchin' out my spot, they say somebody callin' Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my heart and mind Hottest nigga in the streets, 3,000 grounds or so Austin, Georgia, with that game, you got that girl, that blow Oh, you want my life, that's life for me, that's all I know Catch me pissin' out the codeine from the night before This for Khaled, this for niggas round on Ace and Bones This for G-Rock, C-Rock, all them niggas bangin' beats It's the greatest story, never told you, gotta see Ayy, I got some names, but they ain't gon' never drop me Ayy, she say my name, but she won't never drop me You want a R&B chick, shawty, it ain't nothin' to get her You wanna run around the town, well, it ain't nothin' to get her You wanna drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her You know them goons, they couldn't even ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get her We throwed away that money, cause that mule, I swore Got all that grounds, I'm borrowed, I'm servin' in the cold Got fifty-eight grounds, I'm borrowed, we servin' Peter They say they got Magnolia, shawty, bangin' needle They tried to sell Angola, they was out the Nola The *** around in that know, you gotta be a cooler They cooped up with that Yola, now they cook Coca-Cola I ***ed around in soda, now my heart is colder My water whippin' issues, now we packin' pistols They packin' gas in Latte, these niggas sendin' Milsons They say they hate the kid, the kid was gettin' a Mula You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler Buddy came around, he shot him on the bike Oh, he poppin' wheelies, hella hate it, baby Oh, they say that nigga, hella hate it, baby Oh, they say that boy, hella hate it, baby Shootin' broad day, he shootin' broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Dumpin' down the pills, I feel my head explode Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin' Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen I just wanna be there for my nigga, whoo I just wanna go back to the Bentley store I just wanna go back to the Lamb store I just wanna buy another Rover, though I just wanna get back on the yacht tomorrow I just wanna buy another Spiderman All this money comin' in, can't never spend it All this money comin' in, we still winnin' Shootin' broad day, shootin' broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no façade Pull up in that Rari, we don't know façade Pull up with that yoppa, it went no façade Lit enough all around, it went just no façade But he came around, he shot him on the bike Oh, he poppin' with his lil' hater, baby Oh, they say that nigga, he a lil' hater, baby Oh, they say that boy, he a lil' hater, baby Shootin' broad day, shootin' broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Oh, that's a lil' hate it, baby, hate it, baby Doppin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin' Droppin' out these whips, we ain't on no façade Pull up in that Rari, ain't no no façade Pull up in that Rari, ain't no no façade Shootin' broad day, shootin' broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day