[Intro]

I'm not tryna be here for a long time

Just, just a good, good time

I got a lot of shit weighin' on my mind

Weighin' on my mind

[Verse]

So ****in' serious, you niggas' delirious

Said it with exclamation, but niggas can't **** with me, period

Bitch, right off the bat, I need y'all to flex

All of this stuntin' look good for my ex

All of these zeros look good on my checks

I got like two or three phones for business and bitches

And still can't even answer a text

Yeah, we in the spot, we gon' give it a rest

They be sayin' that that nigga, don't catch him til' you, nigga

It ain't caught up to me yet

I hit the road, I look like the mail

Countin' up fifties and twenties and tens

I'm out of state, they give me a ten

Ballin' again, again, again, again, again

Ballin' again, again, again, again, again

That was the plan again, bitch, I'm the man again

Walk out of Louis, it look like a mannequin

All the store management wanna know how much I spend

I spend, yeah, I done ****ed with her, she fiesty

All of the niggas that's with me are shiesty

This the real reason these niggas don't like me, yeah

I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricy

I gotta fly the choppers to [?]

She wanna **** with a R&B singer

I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to nice B

I'm on the road, like the mother****in' dice be

I'm catchin' pussy like I'm Jerry Rice

I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight

I'm in your city, what's up for the night?

I, I've had way too much to drink, you know, I

1942, it ain't on me, sing to five

Ex callin' up my phone, ****in' up the vibe

Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the—

Ayy, yeah, **** that bitch, yeah

Hop on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah (Uh)

The Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah (Uh)

**** that bitch, yeah (Yeah)

I'm on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah

Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah

Louis V bag, yeah (Yeah), Louis V bag, yeah