[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh

[Verse]
I'm droppin' my album, that's fourth quarter mode
The next out Atlanta, that's word on the road
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't checkin' my phone
Since I got this money, I'm not really home
I only like girls that's thick to the bone
I call Bari when I need VLone
On my shit, bitch, leave me alone
Might fuck around, buy the Georgia Dome
Met Young Metro, then I started to go brazy
I finished the album, but I ain't got lazy
I'm fixin' some shit with my ol' lady
Might fuck around and give her a baby
I ain't gon' lie, if she keep this shit up
We finna have matchin' Mercedes
I'm finna fuck up the whole damn summer
No time for sleepin', ain't havin' no slumber

[Bridge]
Money, cash, hoes, livin' fast, ho
I just tell the truth, girl, I ain't no asshole
Movin' way too fast for me to stack my cash slow
Fuck with shawty song, ain't gon' lie, he ass though
[Verse 2]
Uh
I see n***as wanna be like me, twin'nem, money keep extendin'
Shawty keep a fat ol' ass on her, ain't no thinnin'
Play my own game means I bring my own equipment
N***as just be rappin' just to be rappin', I'ma outlive them
I just put my own money in like I'm Nip'them
Gotta stay consistent, tryna get me a lil' wife
Tryna keep away from these bitches
Didn't even speak when she saw me
Somehow still got my digits

[Chorus]
This shit way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay
This shit way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay

[Verse 3]
I don't play these games with these lil' bitty bitches
I just do my thing, then a n***a switch it
It's like everywhere I go, they say I'm cold like Kendrick
I don't know, I don't know, I just do my thing, bitch
Every time I switch my flow, it's another hit, bitch
I got way too many rappers on my fuckin' hit-list
I'm the type to off a n***a, make him do the dishes
All them bitches went before, but now they know I'm rich, bitch
[Chorus]
Th-Th-This shit way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay