[Intro]
Ayy, I got some rhymes on my pad (Pad, pad), yeah
Yeah I got, yeah, I got some rhymes on my pad (Pad, yeah)
Yeah I got, yeah, I got, yeah, I got rhymes on my (Rhymes on my)
(Got rhymes on my, got rhymes on my)

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah (Yeah), we been flyer than a blimp
Got these bitches, I'm a pimp (Pimp), daddy's up here with the bling
Got a Glock, I'll let it right, woah (Woah), can you share that lil' thing, ho (Ho)
'Cause I just wanna know (Wanna know)
If I could have a chance with you (Chance, chance), ayy
If it's a yes, I ain't thankin' you, you got a boyfriend, stay loyal with him
Just 'cah I'm big don't mean I love you
(Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes), yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got some rhymes on my pad (Pad, pad)
Gotta, gotta flex all the bitches that I've had (Had, had)
Fitty' millions hoes comin' up to the helicopter pad (Pad, pad)
Ayy, I got your bitch and she calls me dad (Dad), yeah
Same old shit, money straight out the bank, yeah (Bank, yeah)
Roll up in a tank, yeah
Louder than the crowd screamin' at you, "You a Manc, yeah," uh
Feeling like these bitches wanna fuck, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'm sitting in the crib, imagining shit
When I thought about you, how much you a prick
How you did me wrong, made me ride your dick
And I think back now and I cannot forget
Run up to your place with some knives and some blicks
Got me a Glock, it's some .9s and a stick
Stop lyin', young boy, you was not sellin' bricks
Been out here, writing songs 'til I, meh
Uh, remember when we were recording songs together through the IG (IG)
Suddenly, one day, you 'prised me ('Prised me)
I checked your Twitter, you seem lively (Lively)
You're not funny at all, just die, G
Fucked up your shit and now you gotta lie, G
You're not sick, you're just a fucking spy, yee
Yeah, you backed up SeaOh' when he turned his back (Yeah)
Better watch out when we find that you've lacked (Yeah)
You look like you just smoked five packs (Yeah)
Don't talk shit when you ain't made racks (Yeah)
You wouldn't come with a MAC (Yeah)
I helped you get here, now you better turn back

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got some rhymes on my pad (Pad, pad)
Gotta, gotta flex all the bitches that I've had (Had, had)
Fitty' millions hoes comin' up to the helicopter pad (Pad, pad)
Ayy, I got your bitch and she calls me dad (Dad), yeah
Same old shit, money straight out the bank, yeah (Bank, yeah)
Roll up in a tank, yeah
Louder than the crowd screamin' at you, "You a Manc, yeah," uh
Feeling like these bitches wanna fuck, uh-huh
[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, bitches wanna fuck, uh-huh
When we ride up, opps gonna call mama
You all like, "I lack, I lack," you don't wanna see what I, I pack
Don't come to my ends, sure we don't got MACs
But we'll get you splashed (Splashed), U.S. schools like an episode of M*A*S*H

[Pre-Chorus]
Woah, we been flyer than a blimp
Got these bitches, I'm a pimp, daddy's up here with the bling
Got a Glock, I'll let it right, woah, can you share that lil' thing, ho
'Cause I just wanna know
If I could have a chance with you, ayy
If it's a yes, I ain't happy, you got a boyfriend, stay loyal with him
Just 'cause I'm big don't mean I love you
(Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes), yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got some rhymes on my pad (Pad, pad)
Gotta, gotta flex all the bitches that I've had (Had, had)
Fitty' millions hoes comin' up to the helicopter pad (Pad, pad)
Ayy, I got your bitch and she calls me dad (Dad), yeah
Same old shit, money straight out the bank, yeah (Bank, yeah)
Roll up in a tank, yeah
Louder than the crowd screamin' at you, "You a Manc, yeah," uh
Feeling like these bitches wanna fuck, uh-huh