HEY!
Oh-oh, woah
(Wheezy outta here)
Oh-oh, woah
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
Yeah

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag

I'ma prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a star-ship
My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
If I run into opps, I'ma off 'em
I don't know if you think that you stoppin'
What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
This ain't no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat
Now I'm comin' at your neck
Niggas act cute like a pet
Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
Try be the ones that's been [?]
Insecurities, they always offended
Mad about a bitch, I already been there
That bitch for everybody, we ain't spoke in a minute
Niggas still in the picture and I'm still leavin' with it
It ain't nothin', I'ma rep

I can't conform, I ain't fallin' back, no
She need more, she got too attached, huh
Addicted to me like I'm on one
Three thousand for the new red car
Walk around, look like a milli
Psychedelics in my tummy
Swipe, swipe, I'ma get it all (Yeah)

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag

Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas
They made me mad now I'm back in my bag
I hope my main and my side never crash
Worry 'bout the cat tryna dodge my path
We catch that boy then we robbin' his ass
It's the principle, I don't need the cash
Expensive dishes, half a million on lashes
I could kick it but I don't like to brag
Oh, they done made me mad, I'm 'bout to turn up
I got my glizzy, wish a nigga'd run up
You can come get your bitch 'cause I don't want her
I ran my millions up from out the corner
Only one out here doin' what I want to
My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana
Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
Trap out the sport, I press it then I launch it
I'm thankin' God, ain't no more free lunches
Got suspended, me and [?]
House up on the hill, I used to want it
Now I got it, I don't even stay there
I get in it, I don't play fair
Prolly spend me a million on haters
On they top, make 'em drop
And I don't give a fuck 'bout no cops

Nowadays I get what I want
Lately been spendin' a bag
Addicted to getting that cash
Addicted to popping them tags
Money was made for the sad
Now my ex-bitch calling back
Saw me come up out the random
Didn't wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
In my DM's, talkin' bout, "Hey, handsome"
I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
It's nothin' new, I won't give it today
I eat the hate up and spit it right back
My lyrics like bullets I'm shooting your ass
Women come and go with the cash
You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
They gon' fold, fold under air
I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)