Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Actin' a motherfuckin' fool with the money Trap house jumping Junkies, they hit a nigga line super early I'm ballin', need a jersey I'm way more turnt in person My bitch just turned thirty If she fuckin', I ain't worried This pop I'm sippin' dirty She got a lil' gut surgery Spot full of babies, nursery Rose anniversary Rose gold Royal Oak Foreign bitch bad, she just be snortin' coke Who decide war? I don't know, you gotta ask my coat [Verse 1] All this water on me, it looked like I just jumped off a boat All these racks, I'm 'bout to croak So many sticks, I'm ready to go Too many diamond chains on, the feds think I'm selling dope Her bundles cost a half a 'bow Fifty-inch rolls in a 'Vette, back to back, ridin' through the trench I just turned two hundred to a ticket, I know a money trick Funnel all this shit through them houses, let that money rinse Empire gave me a bag, but that was money spent Why you got an Instagram account and you can't pay your rent? Yeah, you got an ass, but you barely got a place to live I might take you out, but I won't take you in, Damedot [Chorus] Actin' a motherfuckin' fool with the money Trap house jumping Junkies, they hit a nigga line super early I'm ballin', need a jersey I'm way more turnt in person My bitch just turned thirty If she fuckin', I ain't worried This pop I'm sippin' dirty She got a lil' gut surgery Spot full of babies, nursery Rose anniversary Rose gold Royal Oak Foreign bitch bad, she just be snortin' coke Who decide war? I don't know, you gotta ask my coat [Verse 2] Soon as nut, I gotta go Before I smoke, I gotta smoke Before I pour, I want some more Where it's at? You think we the same? Boy, you smoking crack Used to be that nigga, where your motion at? Long sleeve 'Lacky-'Lac Ridin' on the Lodge Rammin' hoes, stayin' out of Dodge Charge it to the game, it's a challenge just to score Fifty to the floor You niggas poor We'll sit and wait in niggas' bushes, do this shit for sport We gon' pin a nigga to the cross, ain't no back and forth Long sleeve button-up Versace, wear that shit to court Asked the bitch, would she die for me? And she said, "Of course" [Chorus] Actin' a motherfuckin' fool with the money Trap house jumping Junkies, they hit a nigga line super early I'm ballin', need a jersey I'm way more turnt in person My bitch just turned thirty If she fuckin', I ain't worried This pop I'm sippin' dirty She got a lil' gut surgery Spot full of babies, nursery Rose anniversary Rose gold Royal Oak Foreign bitch bad, she just be snortin' coke Who decide war? I don't know, you gotta ask my coat