No matter what, yeah baby, no matter what, yeah baby, no
Windows down, got the music all up
Let that * go
Windows down, windows down
No matter what, yeah baby, no matter what, yeah baby, no
Windows down, got the music all up
Windows down, windows down
Windows down, my money up, my guns off, and I'm flexin'
Tell your mans we good, but let em know I stretch em
I'm a cold nigga with a hot head, got a bad bitch with good coochie
But all she talk about is baddies, and all she listen to is boozy
Play with me and I'm gon' get em, I'm a short nigga, got long money
Call his family, tell em dress him up, cause I'ma send his ass to his homecoming
My lil' nigga do hate crimes, got pitbull in his pedigree
Slapped a nigga like eight times for disrespecting my legacy
My last bitch had a good run, traded that for some fast funds
My new bitch got a big house, a big biz, and I ass done
I'm gifted, I'm biz nation, romper room to the heart of it
Never wanna do the switchin' up, I'm with the same niggas I started with
I've been around since Fruity Loops, still ridin' round with that woopty woo
Stomp down with this ism, and I stomp a nigga in these Gucci boots
You say you wear it, you ain't never there, I swear to God he'll lie
I'm everywhere like air, and I cut you off, you'll die
Don't have to run, yeah baby, don't have to run
Don't have to run, yeah baby, no
Windows down, got the music all up
Catch me in your city blowin' smoke with my windows down
Windows down, windows down
Don't have to run, yeah baby, don't have to run
Don't have to run, windows down
Got the music all up
Cause when you gettin' money, everybody swear they know you now
Windows down, windows down
Windows down, my money up, my guns out, and I'm flexin' her
Tell your mans he late
And let him know that's extra
I'm uptown, I'm downtown, got good gas and I'm blowin'
I spin around, I spin around, I sit him down and it's snowin'
I'm overseas, I'm in the keys, got hella kids, my mini-me's
Much respect to my real G's, wishin' death for my enemies
I still rock with my day ones, saucy nigga like A1
Cali boy in New York, and I tell a nigga, don't play son
Tied in, I'm in every stage, big, big dog, I'm a heavyweight
Hell nah, I don't never wait, you got two phones, no Kevin Gates
Four homes, got five cars, got six bitches and a Frenchie
I hate snitches, do you hear me?
Since first grade, elementary
I'm a weedhead and I need head, and I'm picky with it, be sloppy
Either break bread or you can play dead, you heard what I said, do you copy?
I'm in a slingshot, that thing hot, with the type of bitch that you dream about
I'm playin' Boosie, playin' with her coochie, sayin' everything that I'm thinkin' bout
No matter what, yeah baby, no matter what, yeah baby, no
Windows down, got the music all up
Catch me in your city blowin' smoke with my wife
Windows down
Windows down, windows down
No matter what, yeah baby, no matter what, yeah baby, no
Windows down, got the music all up
When you gettin' money, everybody swear they know you now
Windows down, windows down
When you gettin' money, everybody swear they know you now