Don't fall in love with bitchesDon't go out the way for these hoesDon't call these niggas your brosIf she's solid, keep it real with your hoeI'm so in love with richesGive her the bomb, score like PipsSmoking on sugar, you know they be hereDon't like lending for my kidneysI hit the block, the pack get busyHold 300 days, I would get inSend a shot like I'm trapping some lemonsNiggas, they blind, niggas, they fameNiggas, they hate, cause they know we winningHop in the car, the roof go missingDon't talk on the phone, we know they listenWhatever I do, gotta make it back homeIt feels so right, but it might be wrongWho are you? You weren't there when I was * upI ain't have no cash in my pocketsI was stuck, stuckNow these niggas dropping cash at the bookBut they tryna watch my moveThey tryna see what I doWrap it all up, get back in the boothTime feel like I had nothing to loseLike, nigga, * it, be youGirl, you ain't got * to proveI pray to God I don't lose my coolI don't trust him and I don't trust youNigga, add it all up like you still in schoolI'm a cellmate, nigga, I don't play by the rulesDon't fall in love with bitchesDon't go out the way for these hoesDon't call these niggas your brosIf she's solid, keep it real with your hoeI'm so in love with richesDrip out a bomb, score like pipsSmoke no sugar, you know they be hereDon't like leanin' for my kidneysI hit the block, the pain get missedOh, 300 days, I was gettin' itSet another shot like I'm trappin' some lemonsNiggas, they flyin', niggas, they fadeNiggas, they hate, cause they know we winnin'Hop in the car, the roof go missin'Don't talk on the phone, we know that they listenWhatever I do, gotta make it back homeIt feels so right, but it might be wrongIt feels so right, but it might be wrong