I got Mikey with meGangI been in my bag since I can rememberI don't gotta brag, I'm sure you rememberI hop in so fast, I do the dashSwerving it, bitch, I might * up the filmWhen it comes to that bag, I'm a perfect attenderI ain't giving out *, at first I was a limberAnd my slicker stay dizzy, cause that boy spillin'No cap, *As if she got a man, she no comingShe don't know what I'm about, she don't know what's comingTryna push up and drop some dick off in the stunLay pipe, no plumbingJump in that can and get going for the dayI came for that paper, I ain't coming to playAnd I'm making my way in no minimum wageNow I'm no more having noodles a dayYeah, now I ain't no more having noodles and *Some of the paper, I don't know what to do with this *Be a hundred M's up for I'm through with this *On gangYou thinking I'm sweet cause I'm quiet, I'm lyingI have my young slicker, go slide for a changeStep back, let him pop in my turn for a changeSuper don't* with nobodyThat boy only want bread for showSay you drop him dead, pussy come and show meI'm sippin' on purple, my stomach be blowin'Super don't care about nothin' at allOnly thing he just be wantin' the breadNiggaAbsolutelyI been in my bag since I can rememberI don't gotta brag, I'm sure you rememberI hop in so fast, I do the dashTwervin' it, bitch, I might * up the filmWhen it come to that bag, I'm a perfect attendantI ain't givin' out *, at first I was a lemonAnd my slicker stay dizzy cause that boy spillin'No cap, *FactsStop with that talk, get to the actionScrap my seatbelt, bitch, I'm fastNo stylist, I last minute in my fashionCan't go walk in the closet like what I'ma put on*, I rock Gucci, Fendi or V-LongI'm a street nigga, I might throw a T onScratch it, I might go and throw Louis V onGangYo, fly as a bitch, my closet a jetIf I throw on a T, bitch, my neck gon' be wetI'm cold, but I'm hot than a bitch, I'm sweatin', bitchI'm poppin', uh, she pull up and drop me some neckI want some bread, you keep your respectI want some love, but I'm chasin' a check* thisHop out the bed and go make me some playsI remember couldn't *** just to cop me some J'sBack then had a problem, you catchin' a fadeNiggas ain't doin' no fight no moreThey walk wherever I go, my pipe gon' goYou won't smoke, we at your front doorposted on InstagramYouprobablyliketwenty