[Chorus]
I want it
Yeah she keep it straight hundred
A hundred
Tell that lil n***a run it
He run it
I’m just making up this money
This money
Turn his hoe into my honey
X2

[Verse 1]
He don’t want no smoke
He don’t want no gas
He just talking all that shit until time past
He don’t want his girl
Imma put her last
Cause I got my mind on the money till I crash
Yeah, we take that
Bullets in yo head now they asking where the lake at
Kool-aid spilling out yo head they asking how I make that
On me like a bartender, imma go and shake that
I’m just making bread, I never thought y’all birds would hate that
Yeah n***a they hate that
Yeah n***a we shape that
Where my fucking camera cause I’m bout to go and tape that
N***a don’t give me attitude
N***a don’t let me get mad at you
I am on the top and I just look down and just laugh at you
Like a mammal, hey
I’m let her arch it right back like she a camel, hey
N***a acting fake, fix that shit like it is grammar, hey
Going hard, enamel
They just tryna handle
Woah stop
Woah stop
Imma let this shit pop
We can throw hands but, we gonna who body drop
Woah stop
Woah stop
We gon' let this shit pop
Hold me with yo chains, imma still make it to the top

[Chorus]
I want it
Yeah she keep it straight hundred
A hundred
Tell that lil n***a run it
He run it
I’m just making up this money
This money
Turn his hoe into my honey
X2

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