Baby, wake upI ain't doin' no tip-a-tap, I ain't doin' no missin' matchYou already know what the * the price is, manWe ain't changin' thatYeahA-Light, A-Light, A-LightDon't do no tip-a-tapDon't do no missin' matchYou want that bags, you want that swagIt's 32 to be exactThat price not differentKnow who you dealin' withCan't break down bows with none of these niggasThese niggas penny-pinchCan't bring no hoes aroundThese niggas, they always tellin' *Ain't got no hoes for none of these bellsI'm only sellin' itMy brothers stay around the brownI call it MelaninI'm outta town with 30 poundsI'm finna MelaninI'm finna MelaninThem niggas know I'm peddlin'Before I settle inMy homie need a three, so that's another teamI can drop my * up to the nattyDouble what I speedYou might as well just *** another twoThat's what I recommendI might do a hand-in-handCause that bitch, she gon' come with friendsAnd they might get it wet just through the neckLike they came with the wrongQuarterback, you touch down in the hoodAnd watch it do a danceSpin it, spin it, spin it, spin againBut I am not a fanHave you ever got turned on when you found out it land?It's somethin' sexy about that money when it's in your handDon't ever show your hand, just wait until you winI like to flex them bands, I know they watch meDon't do no tip-to-tapDon't do no mismatchYou want that bags, you want that swagIt's 32 to be exactThat price not differentKnow who you dealin' withCan't break down bowsOr none of these niggasThese niggas penny-pinchedCan't bring no hoes aroundThese niggas, they always tellin' *Ain't got no hoods for none of these bellsI'm only sellin' itMy brothers stay around the brownI call it MelanieI'm out of town with 30 poundsI'm finna melodyThese niggas cornyThey do anything for InstagramI got a junkieThat do anything for FinnegramBetter watch their rappin'Go from in the booth to in the alleyIn the body bagOr in the garbage canListenBitch, I'm sorryI swear to the foreignClutch my chopsCustomers at my trap house shopRed my hue, I stunt with a rockWe're white and blue, it's not patrioticI'm still a star, my security popBandana spangled, my prideI'm known to mangle entendresListenPress a button like I just picked up the remoteNew rose gold off cokeScuba iced up off dopeHit that roadHis hoe call me the goatPut dangling down her throatUp that chimney, chasin' the smokeDon't do no tip or tapDon't do no mismatchYou want that bags, you want that swagIt's 32 to be exactThat price not differentKnow who you dealin' withCan't break down bowls with none of these niggasThese niggas penny-pinchedCan't bring no hoes around these niggasThey always tellin' *Ain't got no woods for none of these bellsI'm only sellin' itMy brothers stay around the brownI call it MelaninI'm outta town with 30 poundsI'm finna MelaninYeahAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeAin't likeGod.