(Mario)
I told her to roll up
I don’t got no time to kid around ’cause I’m a grown up
Still remember everything my OG used to show us
Pull up on your block and start shooting, doing donuts (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t go no time for your hating
Got the baddest bitches with me tryna have relations (Yeah)
I remember bein’ broke, waitin’ at the station (What?)
Rap wasn’t working, thought ’bout switchin’ occupations
But I’m stuck with it (With it)
It’s a tough business (Business)
Born trapping, n****, so I had to fuck with it (Me)
I’ve been droppin’ hits, yeah
Now I’m out in Malibu, everybody rich here (Facts)
Livin’ in that nature, boy, feelin’ just like Ric Flair (Woo)
Told my youngin stay up out the street because I been there (I been there)
I’ve been speedin’, fuck the traffic (Fuck the traffic)
Countin’ fifty on my mattress (On my mattress)
I fucked a model, fucked an actress (Actress)
I’m havin’ weight and I been taxin’
Shawty bad, please allow me
She said, “I’m just happy that you found me”
Pussy wet, she might drown me
I’m a hunter, she’s my bounty
I told her to roll up
I don’t got no time to kid around ’cause I’m a grown up
Still remember everything my OG used to show us
Pull up on your block and start shooting, doing donuts (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t go no time for your hating
Got the baddest bitches with me tryna have relations (Yeah)
I remember bein’ broke, waitin’ at the station (What?)
Rap wasn’t working, thought ’bout switchin’ occupations
But I stuck with it (Yeah)
Now I’m havin’ money, n***** tryna fuck with me (Yeah)
And I love all my dogs, they drink from the cup with me (My dogs)
I was on the highway speedin’, doing a buck sixty (Skrrt)
Get a n**** face slashed, that’s a buck fifty (Fifty)
Growing up, I didn’t really have much (Nah)
But I had some bad luck (Woah)
Now I’m havin’ money, gettin’ chauffeured in a black truck (Woo)
N***** tryna do their best to speed, can’t pass us (They can’t)
I got your back just like an ad-lib (Like an ad-lib)
I had to find out where the bag is (Where the bag is)
I got two bitches in my mattress (Two of ’em)
One a singer, one teach classes (Classes, oh)
I told her to roll up
I don’t got no time to kid around ’cause I’m a grown up
Still remember everything my OG used to show us
Pull up on your block and start shooting, doing donuts (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don’t go no time for your hating
Got the baddest bitches with me tryna have relations (Yeah)
I remember bein’ broke, waitin’ at the station (What?)
Rap wasn’t working, thought ’bout switchin’ occupations
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