Ayy, yeah, yeah
Show me where you at, yeah, yeah
Yeah, (Kyle, you made that?)
Young Russell, big tipper, I'm the one, lil' baby
Face the camera when I ask you, "who you love lil' baby?"
Aye, I'ma trick it til I'm done, lil' baby
We might end up having a daughter or a son, lil' baby
Loverboy, I don't ever got to cat call shit
I make a scene, I lead her first and I'm like, "that's all bitch"
You tried to holla, she just look at you like, "back off, kid"
I keep it groovy, you can't spend no fuckin' cash on this, ayy
I look at my ops with a middle finger peace sign
Never hit the party, If I do, them bitches beeline
Baddie with a fatty walked in from the east side
You might have to hold the door longer for her behind
Shit, shit is just way too big (ayy)
I'm on some player shit, some white buff Cartier player shit (ayy)
I've got to think thick, my bitch and my money roll major thick (ayy)
Fakers, they make me sick, they stunt with no money, don't pay for shit (ayy)
I know the real, I'm surrounded by the facts
I've been working hard, I put my city on my back
She just said her body ready, show me where you at
Break it down just like that
Then it's back to the money when the sun is out
She gon' pop it, pop it, like I brought the ones out
Mami body bangin' like the gun is out (ah, shit)
If you tryna hit it, better bring your funds out
All you wanna come and tall play your name, huh
I'ma beat it, I'ma tear it out the frame, huh
Oh you love it when the boy gettin' paid, huh
You gon' pop it for me every single way, goddamn
Ayy, every single way, we in every single state
What's your sign and your name, yeah
No shame, still young and untamed
I just walked in with a chick that look fresh off a runway, yeah
Candy paint, Dickies full of Henney stains, yeah
Ask me how the hell I'm doing, can't complain, oh
Send her home in a sweater from the gang
If you found out how we did it, you won't look at her the same
Still, they talking out they lip, but they can't say it to me upfront
I ain't gotta talk back, I got kush up in my lungs
I ain't with the drama, bruh I'm here for all the fun
Mama look at this young player I've become, ayy
I know the real, I don't gotta be with frauds
When I'm down to bad, baby, I know who to call
Got my sweat dripping from the window to the wall
Now baby, let me give it all
And then it's back to the money when the sun is out
She gon' pop it, pop it, like I brought the ones out
Mami body bangin' like the gun is out (ah, shit)
If you tryna hit it, better bring your funds out
All you wanna come and tall play your name, huh
I'ma beat it, I'ma tear it out the frame, huh
Oh you love it when the boy gettin' paid, huh
You gon' pop it for me every single way, goddamn
Daddy, this ain't free, fuck you mean?
Give me them shoes, that Birken bag is mine
That coupe is mine and you gon' give it all to me
You love me right? Ha ha ha