You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none Daddy Papa came over Come out the window, hangover So I'ma change it Put that *** on when I start it Yeah, yeah, whole lotta bitches A hundred bands like ten thousand Uh, she know I got that bag, I want her back She know I'ma stand on this ***, okay Turn the phone off to my whole grand, turn on Rich and he ain't got no man, what's wrong? I got the money, I check my persona Bulletproof whip, I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it Standing on top of these niggas, yeah Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah On top of the mountains with millions, woah My kids gon' have it and get it I just might go buy my sister a Bentley I just might get my girl a four-door ticket She know I'm a thot, nigga I got hittas and I got drugs in it From the bottom to the top, grew up in it I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in it Cause I'm standing on bennies, don't *** with them, not a percentage Your penny got flags in it Switch the wheels and you know they gon' rub, bitch From the gutter and still in the mud with it Double R, I take the top off that mother***er I pull up in that Rover, it's chalk color Up inside the go-yard, that's a dirty color I done ran up that fed up on all he needin' Bullets run like confetti, you play it with it Come from walkin' with hoes inside my tent I had come to some goals, ain't playin' tennis, come on, slam You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none Daddy, papa, game over Come out the window, hangover Super trendy, put that *** on when I'm stylish, yeah, yeah Whole lotta bitches, a hundred bands, like ten thousand