Yeah, Metro, Metro Thuggin', Long overdue, no cap No bout to sleep, I don't care nobody's superstars So I'm glad, Maseratis, mad sharp Throw some ten on, get some real, drink some mad dope Richest man I ever been, I don't want no, no cost I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off I knock her friend out the bar, but ain't Topgolf I'm lovin' the pop-off, I put the sweat on her head The seats are hot sauce, spread a few racks and they mad Yeah, I'm a top dog, got two Maybachs, the one with the lid And the one with the top off, I'm God Now if you look up under my wrist, you'll see a bunch of racks Got big baguettes on my neck and I got my hoochie back Like Donald Trump on my account, I got my billions up First thing I did was make sure that my whole family up Spotted a helicopter and I swerve up on the block This is a limbo, he just can't go up to him, he's shocked I'm never stoppin' and I keep a big OEM tucked I showed her daughter Miami, now she got her d***s in her tummy tucked Ho, ho, drink till we throw up Ho, ho, let go up on these drugs Ho, ho, baby girl, I don't know her What you let me *** her? I got money, I just wanna, yeah Caramel skin, I make her suffer Drink a four, six, every time I pour, I'm a surfer Suck a n***a, and you can get her purse Miles of radish, mash off Throw some ten on, get some real, drink some Mad Dog Richest n***a ever been, I don't want no, no cost I told my b***h if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off I knock her friend at the bar, but they top golf I'm lovin' the pop off, I put a sweat on her head They see it's a hot sauce, spread a few racks and they mad Yeah, I'm a top dog, got two Maybachs, the one with the lid And the one with the top off, woo, woo Tell me what you see when you just see a n***a like me Tell me what you see when you see a n***a like me Tell me what you thinkin' when you think a n***a like me Tell me how you feel is when you're playin' on a milli I'm happy about you, baby, tell me how you been And I just wanna tell you that I miss the way you suck it You lovin' me and my buddies, cousins Yeah, yeah, baby, pop that pussy I just want exotic weed, booch got it cookin' I just print a thousand sheets of paper in that cushion Used to have a thousand pieces of my heart on my hoodie Now I keep a hundred thousand, Lord, in my hoodie And I still got a thousand bitches, yeah Ain't no shame to tell you that I got a lot of tusses She's now a machine gun killer She got machine guns with thousands of bullets Throw some ten on, get some real, drink some Mad Dog Richer than I ever been, I don't want no, no cost I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off I knock her friend out the bar, but they top-golf I'm lovin' the pop-off, I put a suede on her head They see it's a hot sauce, spread a few racks and they mad Yeah, I'ma top dog, got two Maybachs, the one with the lid And the one with the top off Ho, ho, straight to the door Walk, walk, let go, only just Walk, walk, baby girl, I don't know her She got me focused I got money, I just wanna Yeah, yeah Caribbean skin, I make her suffer Drank on four, six, every time I pause So Suck it And you can give her I got money, I just wanna Yeah, yeah Caribbean skin, I make her suffer Drank on four, six, every time I pause So Suck it And you can give her