I just put up in L.A. when I off work
I can't even * with her, she don't act right
Call my old Joan, cause she throw that bag right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the back
Like, yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance
I don't know you, we not friends, keep it distance
I don't really * with them, they be trippin'
Keep a 38 inside my Scottie Fit Benz
Drinkin' L.A. like it's coffee, I feel like nothin' can stop me
All these thotties, they be sloppy, when they run up on me, hit em like Rocky
Damn, now I'm feelin' like Chris, hey, diamonds dancin' on my wrist
Diamonds dancin' like Rihanna, call it what y'all ball, see you manana
Droppin' inside a cabana, Trotty Montana
Flippin' that whip for the Prada, I doin' all of the money
Fuckin' some commas, I got no time for no drama
Call it with Mongo, we makin' a movie, your mama
Probably somewhere in Bahamas
I just pulled up in L.A., went off work
I can't even * with her, she don't act right
Call my old Joan, cause she throw that bag right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the back
Like, yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance
I put that * in a bag, plenty of cash
My bitch is four in the boozy, she got a bag
Cut that bitch off, she don't act right
She so much, they put some off right
Pour out a pint, no clean fight
She brought a friend, but it's alright
She got a friend, but it's alright

You do the dance, you reach it with the tang
Make her mad, pick your ring and dance
For real though, I just might pour out the seal though
Made more than a million on the deal, ho
We broke what I want with a bankroll
I just pulled up in L.A., went off work
I can't even * with her, she don't act right
Call my old Joan, cause she throw that bag right
Now I'm counting money, throw it in the back
Like, yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance
I can't be waitin' in line, baby, you fine
Speak of my mind, countin' that money, rewind
I get in wrecks, all the money, I get in wrecks
All of the time, ooh, off right, off right
She can get it on sight, oh, she wanna eat
I wanna eat, ooh, let's get a bite, oh
I miss Louis V, yeah, with the off rights, oh
I can make that money, yeah, if I talk right, oh
Bad bitch, slim waist, yeah, that's my type, oh
Put her in designer, yeah, now she walk right, oh
Stylin' her with Virgil, oh
Smokin' on that purpose, oh
Movin' like a turtle, oh
Drippin' like a squirrel, oh
I see haters in my distance, wavin' like I'm fishin'
Okay
Cookin' up, we gon' get it done
We ain't no kitchen, 007, no mission
I just pulled up in L.A., wearin' off right
I can't even * with her, she don't act right
Call my old Joan, cause she throw that back right
Now I'm countin' money, throw it in the back like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah