I just pulled up in L.A., went half way I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my hoe Joan, cause she throw that back right Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag Yeah, I see that brand new Benz from a distance I don't know you, we not friends, keep your distance I don't really fuck with them, they be trippin' Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Vippens Drinking L.A. like it's coffee I feel like nothing can stop me All these thotties, they be sloppy When they run up on me, hit them like Rocky Damn, now I'm feeling like Chrissy Diamonds dancing on my wrist Diamonds dancing like Rihanna Call it what y'all want, see you manana Trapping inside a cabana Trolley Montana Flippin' that whip with the Prada I don't want all of the money, fuck it's a commas I got no time for no drama Cool it with Manga, we making a movie on Mama Probably somewhere in Bahamas I just pulled up in L.A., went half way I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my hoe Joan, cause she throw that back right Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag like I had that shit in the bag, plenty of cash My bitch was four in the Bougie, she got her bag Cut that bitch up, she don't act right She sold my dick for some Off-White Pour out the pint, no cleans right She brought a friend, but it's alright Look through the deck, to reach you with the tag Make a man, he can ring a jack For real though, I just might pour out the seal though Made more than a mil on the deal, hoe Whip up what I want with a bankroll I just pulled up in L.A., went half way I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my hoe Joan, cause she throw that back right Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag I can't be waiting in line, baby you fine, speak of my mind Counting that money, rewind, I getting racks all of the time Off-White, Off-White, she can get it on sight She wanna eat, I wanna eat, ooh, let's get a bite I miss Louis V, yeah, with the Off-White I can make that money, yeah, if I talk right Bad bitch, slim waist, yeah, that's my type Put her in designer, yeah, now she walk right Stylin', no aversion, ooh Smokin' on that purple, ooh Movin' like a turtle, ooh Drippin' like a squirtle, ooh I see haters in my distance, wavin' like I'm fishing, okay Cookin' up with no kitchen, 007, no missions, ayy I just pulled up in L.A., went half way I can't even fuck with her, she don't act right Call my hoe Joan, cause she throw that back right Now I'm counting money, throw it in the bag