I Told Em

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mainee) [Chorus] (Woah) Money on the table, still uppin' the standard I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle I told 'em, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] They know I'ma get to the paper They know I'ma get a baguettey I told 'em don't mention my name 'Cause I ain't no regular nigga This ain't no regular watch This ain't no regular VIP Ain't with no regular hoes, lil' nigga This ain't no regular bitch You used to sit on the block, lil' nigga Now you got ice on your wrist Now we can pull up in drop, lil' nigga You get to poppin' your shit Bread, we whippin' the hell out the brick This ain't no regular bread Yeah, I told these folks I was gon' raise the bar, I was the one, yeah I told these folks I was gon' turn the trap, I did this shit hard, yeah I told these folks money still on the table, they thought it was done, yeah I told these folks never to play me ever, I'm not the one, yeah [Chorus] (Woah) Money on the table, still uppin' the standard I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle I told 'em, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] They ain't wanna leave a nigga no choice Red Lamborghini cost four Porsche Sean got the money, bought the whole porch Whole hood hot like a blowtorch Too many pounds, too many Talk 'bout the traffic, who gettin' it? Whole lotta racks, whole crew get it 7-1-1, that crew business Paint your trap, nigga, who in it? Number on the dash say two-twenty Head to the dealer, get coupe tinted Drip like mine, ain't too many Yeah, I'm captain 'round here, I'm lieutenant I already know I'm due with it (Let 'em know) I already know it's a deuce in it (Let 'em know) Label online, yeah, two tickets (Let 'em know) Please didn't work, had a two-fifty Already turnt, never gon' change Whole lotta money, I ain't never want fame Hundred in the drop, ain't never gon' rain Boss your ho up 'fore another nigga do it Cut a bitch off, let a young nigga do it Nigga can't do it how a young nigga do it Rubber band the racks, get right back to it [Chorus] (Woah) Money on the table, still uppin' the standard I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle I told 'em, yeah, yeah (Woah) I told 'em