Woah, yeah

Done with that bitch and she walk with a stank

Talking about something she wouldn't forget

I hit her up, said, let's do it again

She like my wrist, that's a minimal spend

I'm done with fake bitches, I'm done with fake friends

You don't want me, you just want what I have

All of this shit, yeah, it come with a price

Tell 'em to take it and don't give it back (Don't give it back)

Walk like this, 'cause I know what I have

Times like this, yes I know what I have

Eight bad bitches in the back of the car

With the Audemars Piguet sitting on my wrist

Ain't no way I could ever get attached

Cause the money love me and I love that shit

I just wake up, then I made ten racks

So much money it spilled through the cracks

All you motherfuckers get jealous of me

Cause you don't understand how I do it like that

Maybe it's the time that I'll never get back

Put it in the Pro Tools, mixing these tracks

Maybe it's the ten thousand hours that I put in

When you're sitting on the couch on your ass getting fat

Done with that bitch and she walk with a stank

Talking about something she wouldn't forget

I hit her up, said, let's do it again

She like my wrist, that's a minimal spend

I'm done with fake bitches, I'm done with fake friends

You don't want me, you just want what I have

All of this shit, yeah, it come with a price

Tell 'em to take it and don't give it back (Don't give it back)