text: Billboard Hitmakers
  Got some pretty bad bitches and they play they role
  And I done seen a lot of bad bitches come and go, yeah, what?
  I’m sharp as a needle these niggas ain’t sein’ me
  Can’t give my heart to no bitch, cause I’m too scared that bitch gon’ cheat on me 
  Ain’t talkin’ no Easter high when I be sayin’ I got that lean on me
  Fell asleep at the light and woke up and thought this all was a fuckin’ dream
  Walkin’ on stages, they screamin’ now
   the bad bitches to beat it down
  You cuffin’ these hoes, puttin’ missions round’
  Young Stoner Life, I’m with the fuckin’ fam
  Sharp with that money, I’m on you like bounty
  I ran it up and I don’t get allowance
  And I’m so booted up on Miley Cyrus
  Party in the hills, you know that It’s private
  Givn’ out jobs to these bitches, I’m hiring
  Aye, cannot trust these bitches they, lyin’
  She lovin’ my vibe and she geekin’, excited
  She so bad, but I one night it
  So in love, fussin’ and fightin’
  Ready to start a whole riot
  I got a bitch named Mariah
  Call up yo’ friends, we gon’ try em’
  Call up yo’ friends lil baby
  Drank you some Hen, lil baby
  We spendin’ money lil baby
  We got them hundreds lil baby
  We got them blue babies
  We count that money everyday
  Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay
  Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith
  Got these niggas jealous 
  They lookin’ bad, niggas petty
  Too much talkin’, niggas tellin’
  You thawin’ out and I can smell it
  You pillow talkin’ to these bitches
  Watch how we stack it up and get these riches
  We pickin’ up the backend in these cities
  Rockstar, we slutin’ bitches in the telly
  I got some green twenties, look like relish
  Got them new forty pointers, they for heavy
  Choppa gon’ chop a nigga like machete
  Choppin’ some Wop and I ain’t talkin Fetty
  We hit that block, call that nigga out
  My nigga let off shots till that nigga dead
  Lulu’ still standin’, caught one in the head
  Free all my niggas locked up in the feds, for real
  I do this shit with no deal
  Feed my family, do this shit for a meal
  Too much pain, I had to pop me a pill
  Pour the drank and take a flight on the Leer
  Killmore in the front, the top in the rear
  Diamonds cold, them bitches froze in my ear
  Call them bitches, we gon’ meet em’ at Fifths
  Drop the back, them bitches think I’m a pimp
  Call up yo’ friends lil baby
  Drank you some Hen, lil baby
  We spendin’ money lil baby
  We got them hundreds lil baby
  We got them blue babies
  We count that money everyday
  Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay
  Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith