作词 : Bryson March/Cameron March/Dominique Jones/Dwan Avery

作曲 : Bryson March/Cameron March/Dominique Jones/Dwan Avery

They call me 'round and they know who I am, yeah

She got that WAP and the way that she use it

Saliva with top and she come with a mop

I need to stop, then I hear rockin' the game

These features is over for niggas, as soon as I drop

She lookin' for love, but my heart somewhere in a box

She trippin', I changed the locks

Never tell nobody, you seen me by myself

Out and about, it was me and the Glock

Sun up to sundown, ain't nothin' else to do

But get money, so **** it, I'm workin' the block

AP a cool quarter-million, I'm sorry

This watch and I come from me punchin' no clock

Build up some paper, got my number in motion

And got me a spot and start workin' my flock

Why you keep textin' me "W-Y-D"?

And "W" while you out givin' out ****?

I told lil' bro if he can't get a knife

Get a lock and a sock and just work what you got

I know for sure where she went

She'll go, I ain't cuffin' these hoes, like we swappin' 'em out

We really spin shit, I really did shit

I can't talk about, 'cause I'm not for the clout

They puttin' trackers on cars, watch your Insta'

As soon as you dip, they gon' break in your house

Put in the chopper and mind if they ever come in

You better not let none of them get out

I be performin' whenever I'm in it

As soon as I nut, I should take me a bow

I done had this one, and this one, and this one

And that one, like **** it, let's **** up the town

She super pretty and handle her business

Like **** all these *****es, I'm bust, goin' down

She super friendly and like her a nigga who spend it

I'm tellin', I'm braggin' her around

She post a picture without my permission

Got me in some shit, man, these women is wild

She ****in' niggas, but think I don't know that shit

Really a joke, man, lil' mama's a clown

I know some hitters who dead the wrong

But they still came home, we took it to trial

Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)

I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow

Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch

If I want it, I'ma get it now

Shooters in here, all the windows down

Oh you tryna get a bag, how?

Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah

In here I go, I ain't walked in a minute

Fully in charge, I'm the boss of the business

And it's a problem, ain't callin' nobody

The hitters is already with me, I come from the heart of the city

The streets, I was all the way in 'em, I just dropped a banger with Nicki

My TRX talkin', I lifted it, soon as we harvest, they ship it

I just pray to God he forgive me, I've been out here killin' it

It was strong to go left, then I shifted it

You can come work for me, I got benefits

You can't do what I do, I invented this

.357 with a switch and extended clips

And another clip, that's a back-up

Stand out the way, I've been runnin' my sack up

I wish one of you ***** lil' niggas would add up

I bet we OD on 'em, bulletproof Cadillac

That's two-hundred racks, I told the set to go buy three of 'em

He thinkin' that he straight, 'cause I let him 'scape

I hope a nigga know that we on 'em

Heard they had the Cullinan

But ain't no comin' back, it is what it is

Get the quarterback and I'm the runnin' back

I get the team off the field

Look at my chain, it got bigger, change up the face, you look bitter

I hold it down for the real ones

I'm tryna pocket a billion, get out of line, you gon' feel me

When I get high, that's the real me, I know my opps wanna kill me

Ain't goin' nowhere, I'll be here, post the location, we'll be there

Get out of place and get beat up, brr (Bah, bah, bah)

Yeah, I'ma tell you when I'm finished (Never)

I get sturdy when I'm in it, baow

Talkin' 'bout I hurt her feelings, ouch

If I want it, I'ma get it now

Shooters in here, all the windows down

Oh you tryna get a bag, how?

Everybody know we pushin' them pounds, yeah