I don't need friends They don't wanna see someone like me doing better than them Still can't believe it, I really got rich Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick Never get focused on hate I receive I could achieve more than they could dream I know they ain't tough enough to beat me Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve Too many vibes, I ride sand to the beach Test drive them all, but I don't wanna keep Pop me a ex cause I gotta get geek Talking bout sleep, I get two days a week They say they dripping, I'm kissing my teeth They burning it out, ain't no chrome left for me When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy Now I get paid and I'm feeling relieved Call up a thotty, I hit when I please Whatever they take, might just pay it a leaf My bitch Latino, my chopper is Russian Wheezy on beats, that's expensive percussion Can't get no ex, so we sipping on red Can't talk to my bro cause he's still in the feds Can't get these demons up out of my head Can't slide on the opps cause they already dead What I can do, I can go get some money Whole pool heated up, and it cost a hundred thousand cause I left that shit running I could turn nothing to something Book me a show and I fly out the country I eat at Nobu and I get the munchies Driving in bucket seats, had to stir buckets I put the top down and I let her suck it They don't wanna see someone like me doing better than them Still can't believe it, I really got rich Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick Never get focused on hate I receive I could achieve more than they could dream I know they ain't tough enough to beat me Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve Too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach Test drive em all, but I don't wanna keep Pop me an ex cause I gotta get geek Talking bout sleep, I get two days a week They say they dripping, I'm cursing my teeth They burning it out, ain't no chrome left for me When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy Now I get paid and I'm feeling relieved I gave a round of applause to myself I put the baddest little bitch on the shelf I went 21 wagon instead of no else I don't got to brag, this shit speak for itself I got stripes in my hood, run the game on the ref I keep the fire, I'm under my belt And I run with some real ones who bang to the left Watch a man, baby, I know how to step I can't speak on the business, it's quiet as hell Look like a diva, I know how to treat her I know how to keep her, she fine as hell I spend a quarter million on the rich and milli I keep quiet, I'm never gonna tell I put my lifesavers in a brown box I was getting that shit in the mail I keep a mill cash for the best lawyer I ain't worried about going to jail I just spent 80k on some Hermes bags 50k more on Chanel I got the ball now, ain't gon' ball hog I'ma pass it to bro for the layup I just went Prada T-shirt with a Prada jacket You can tell I'm a motherfuckin' pimp Prada need brands They don't wanna see someone like me doing better than them Still can't believe it, I really got rich Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick Never get focused on hate I receive I could achieve more than they could dream I know they ain't tough enough to beat me Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve Too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach Test drive them all, but I don't wanna keep Pop me a X cause I gotta get geek Talking bout sleep, I get two days a week They say they dripping, I'm kissing my teeth They burning it out, ain't no chrome left for me When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy Now I get paid and I'm feeling relieved