text: It aint no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 
  I been goin hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 
  I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 
  I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 
  Cant get you off my mind, I might die about you 
  My outfit cost a dime, cant control how I move 
  Give praises to the God, dont believe in voodoo 
  Cause when you at the top theyll tell lies about you 
  Tell everything but the truth 
  Get nothin but love from my crew 
  I guess they hate what you do 
  Pull up in coupes with no roofs
  You caught me in a good mood 
  Cant put a spike in my groove
  Got more these designer shoes, mmh 
  I drip, I need an award 
  I whipped that white for that Porsche
  I think Im on a high horse 
  YSL, got none but Hi-Tunes
  We kill em off, no remorse 
  I gotta win, I cant lose
  Im tryna feed all my boys 
  Huh, I paid my dues for these hoes 
  I got that flame to the torch 
  Young Gunna ball with no court 
  I hit the trap and quit sports
  I give all thanks to the Lord 
  I hit that yo and record
  They get that drip from your boy, mmh
  It aint no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 
  I been goin hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 
  I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 
  I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 
  Cant get you off my mind, I might die about you 
  My outfit cost a dime, cant control how I move 
  Give praises to the God, dont believe in voodoo 
  Cause when you at the top theyll tell lies about you 
  Man bag, guns in em 
  Track pants, run in em 
  Gorilla glue, Godzilla 
  We dont fuck with no nigga 
  How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you aint suckin no dick? 
  My lil LA bitch got jet-lag, she off that coke shit 
  Fuck that shit, come on, shawty 
  Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari? 
  None of my niggaswant to party 
  Them young niggas want to catch a body 
  We aint wifing no Chiraq thots 
  Threesome, them my type of thots 
  Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy 
  Tell that ho like, Hell no 
  Main homies bitch tried to fuck me
  And she told me he dont know 
  In fact, they wont say shit
  Cause he know he gon get peter-rolled 
  And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin 
  Your baby mama is trifling , yeah yeah
  It aint no facade, I spent some racks on my shoes 
  I been goin hard, I paid all cash for my jewels 
  I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo 
  I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound 
  Cant get you off my mind, I might die about you 
  My outfit cost a dime, cant control how I move 
  Give praises to the God, dont believe in voodoo 
  Cause when you at the top theyll tell lies about you