Take key, fuck these niggas up Fuck these niggas up Take key, these too hard Me and these niggas get you too hard Turn that back turbo Yeah Ay Look I bring her money, they change up the topic I got a 19 in it, fold in my pocket She gave me her number, now I gotta block it I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him I don't want a witness to see that shit Man, these folks, these folks got their hittin' shit No cap I bring up hits and they change up the topic I got a 19 in it, fold in my pocket One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin' They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it You told a story like shorty was feelin' you She told a story like she split the bill with you Look at my story, man, no one could write it Now I see a million, I don't get excited I might just wide sell my shit to thug away Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way Can I be seen in that shit from the other day This baby ain't gonna and baby, he wanted it So I just swung her, next time I'm in Dallas, I look for another You niggas fell off and you'll never recover Hold up so high, takin' weight till it bubble Young Gunna, Gunna, I made this shit double Hittin' Leonta, ain't left with a puddle It's me Drake and baby, you know you in trouble Run up my check, my bitch burnin' the shuttle Samples of M-Bottle, been from my brother Paint it all black, the interior butter I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother Yeah, came out the street, got asleep with a cutter Family of beasts, we gon' eat us or suffer My dick in her mouth like she teasin' or somethin' Sound like it could be drip season or somethin' Ain't no comparin' cause we number one In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun The police in shock, don't know who got a gun Don't got what I got cause I shop in Milan It's winter, I stick to the top of the dunk The kid was surprised at my trunk in the front I know y'all say they don't shine in the sun Cuban, they look like a box of crayons I'm still in that life, tryna cut the cayenne I told her just fuck it, I'm goin' on the run You one of my dawgs, I look out for the bun Let him get by, let him choose side We get M's in by the shoe size Prayin' winter like I'm Kevin Gates And I swear to God, I don't get tired From the treasure now, I'm goin' spend a whole hunnid On the new wheels, why? I don't got a drip, I can leave with a gun Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers That four-by-four truck, I post 300 Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin' Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money Treat every clue like a magic on money N****s ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted Gave her a dime, tore the fist up her stomach By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number Count to a friend like I been on a bumper Trick her with foreign, they shoot it from Russia Bad vibes at my show like a musher If she tell me no once, I won't even touch her All I do is get her, I hear a busher Act like I been rich, I used to have nothin' Drizzy hit me up like he got another one Money ain't even came in from the other one Fuckin' them hoes, so I might as well double up Seems like everything I get on the number one They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up If they ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us Let him get by, let him choose side Fuck with y'all type of kind, I done seen all y'all did right Prayin' with them like I'm Kevin Gates And I swear to God, I don't get tired From the treasure now, I'm goin' spend a whole hundred On a new bitch, why? Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Tay Keith, it's too hard Me and these niggas hit you too hard