I remember math class, I ain't do ***, I would just zen out Now a n***a got millions, give a *** about my teachers now N****s try to cross me, I crucify him like that preacher, oh All my n****s get money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I don't give a ***, I made that *** back, yeah Uh, I made that *** back, yeah Dior on my outfit, only wore it once, ***, I wasted all my cash, yeah I don't give no ***, cause I'm gon' make that *** back, yeah Uh, I'm gon' make that *** back, yeah Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love Talking that ***, you get down like a double, a hundred in the strip club All of my n****s get money out there, I told you, I told you You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh Huh, yeah, 150 with me, with me Chop it, it's with me, with me Tell him come get me, get me That lil' bitch need to *** Won't give her no kissy, kissy She sucking my dick so hard I thought she left for Hickey, Hickey Woo, she a dotty, that's a Hickey, Vickie Woo, wishing for that burner, feel like Timmy, Timmy Oh, I remember math class, I ain't do ***, I was just zan' out Nine n****s got millions, give a *** about my teachers now N****s try to cross me, I crucify him like that preacher, oh All my n****s get money, best believe we spend that on Snickers, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I don't give a ***, I made that *** back, yeah Uh, I made that *** back, yeah