You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none Daddy Papa came over Come out the window, hangover So I'ma change it Put that shit on when I start it Yeah, yeah, whole lotta bitches A hundred bands like ten thousand Uh, she know I got that bag, I want her back She know I'ma stand on this shit, okay Turn the phone off to my whole grand, turn on Rich and he ain't got no man, what's wrong? I got the money, I check my persona Bulletproof whip, I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it Standing on top of these niggas, yeah Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah On top of the mountains with millions, woah My kids gon' have it and get it I just might go buy my sister a Bentley I just might get my girl a four-door ticket She know I'm a thot, nigga I got hittas and I got drugs in it From the bottom to the top, grew up in it I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in it Cause I'm standing on bennies, don't fuck with them, not a percentage Your penny got flags in it Switch the wheels and you know they gon' rub, bitch From the gutter and still in the mud with it Double R, I take the top off that motherfucker I pull up in that Rover, it's chalk color Up inside the go-yard, that's a dirty color I done ran up that fed up on all he needin' Bullets run like confetti, you play it with it Come from walkin' with hoes inside my tent I had come to some goals, ain't playin' tennis, come on, slam You still think about me and don't like the way that I live Still can't figure out the way my heart is She know that I'm a problem He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none Daddy, papa, game over Come out the window, hangover Super trendy, put that shit on when I'm stylish, yeah, yeah Whole lotta bitches, a hundred bands, like ten thousand