[Intro]
Uh
It's young Khalifa, man
Paper Plane Gang
501 young
Ayy, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
I just wanted to say that
Yeah
Yeah
And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, n***a
It's pimpin' over here
Macaroni
Kush & Orange Juice, n***a
What up, Chevy?
Jerm, I see you
Cardo On The Beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
N***as be pressed for pussy, it ain't nothing
Instead of worrying 'bout who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money?
Nine times out of ten, she see me stuntin'
Game-running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it a hundred
Get love from the hoes, but it's money over bitches, nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up
Them suckers often imitate, but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me, bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say, just
Continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once, it's a known fact that she ain't coming back, now Taylor Gang that
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be the blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them bitches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper out her, fuck her, don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy
Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada, I go to Louis and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke, just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them n***as just playing, ain't really ballin'
Saying they being honest
Claiming that's your wife, but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Takin' her clothes off, inhalin' weed and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefin', but say she don't do this often
Since I was sixteen, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take n***as' hoes and smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team, you n***as in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and the plan is still paper over pussy
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be them blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them bitches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Outro]
Yeah, n***a
This shit just don't sound cool, this what we go to sleep to, wake up to
Kush & Orange Juice, n***a
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pocket
Taylor Gang, what's up?
See y'all n***as, man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
Yeah
We don't want no more sucker shit, ever