Need assistance from a walker just to get up Young Chyna, body full of diamonds Million dollar, it's just white niggas picked up Ridin' through the island with a knife to get my dick I can't say I had a ten-year run without no hiccups But I still got more money than the n***a you call big bro Still talkin' even after they get hit up Need assistance from a walker just to get up Give a couple hundred to a n***a to get a crib up Chopper hit his back and have him balled up like a sit-up She put both hands on it and pulled like a chin-up I can't even lie, bruh, I miss her Never heard her scat, we bought cats through the trenches Finished once, they post a throwback picture If you touch down in my city, I hit all the bad Dad's doggy, don't dog her, man She keep on actin' smarter than she honest, baby Open up and s*** It wasn't no a*****, I had 20 baby mamas I ain't change my car, nothin' when them n****s choppin' Internet gangstas actin' like they can't find me I'm a young Chyna, body full of diamonds Million dollar, it's really f***in' killin' the mechanics Everybody goin' broke and blamin' on the virus Like before it hit that you wasn't livin' with your mama Bad gang, pass it to my man, John Scott I cut out a broke, hatin' n***a, stop my ride I cut out a fine, basic n***a, stop my ride Dang gang, they can never stand for somethin' We suck as if we been a hundred We all know who run it We all know who got they section jumpin' past the youngest We all know who never stood for nothin' They never heard of nothin' Know I mean it when I tell them f*** Put them in the budget When I met you, I had 20 somethin' All ugly money, I ain't never seen you Put up a dub on my mama I went and got what's mine, it's been dyin' all summer If I break it down, I make sixty-five hundred That's four hundred a onion in the hundred dollar quarters Fat boys go forever, open nighttime to the morning I literally drove through every single border with a Forrest Gump Had me thinkin' gettin' money wasn't normal I was knockin' bows before my classes in the mornin' Young chopper flyin' first class, I'm important Old school Chevys and drop-top Porsche Couldn't walk a mile in these white low Forrests Young China, body full of diamonds Burgin' a lick, really f***in' killin' the mechanics Everybody goin' broke and blamin' on the virus Like before it hit that you wasn't livin' with your mama Bad gang pass it to my man, John Scott I cut all the broke, hatin' n****s off my ride I cut all the fine, basic n****s off my ride Dang gang, they could never stand beside us I cut all the fine, basic n****s off my ride