Play that shit, fucker Hey, have you trying to beat up him? Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I rubbed with a shooter (gee) Always knew my time was money I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler (ice) Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touched down in your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Uh, bitch, better go get it right You know I'm cold, bitch, I'm covered in ice Uh, fuck you mean I ain't that nice This shit ain't no luck, bitch, I go do it twice Leaving all these bitches pissed when I'm throwing these fists Only where that shit wants for the pick What's the maneuver? Pull up McLaren or Mercedes Biz when I hit the event (what's the maneuver?) Uh, bust down they feet with a big face Who you know with a snip on the mixtape? Try me, know the bitch made a mistake Know I'm headed to the bees like Beyonce Said he wanna eat like he a like a entrée I ain't finna leave the house for no small pay Got the game in my hands like All State Hoes couldn't fuck with me on a off day (uh) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touch down to your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Oops, I think I spot me an opp Huh, but that pussy ho don't wanna fight (what's up?) Yeah, bitch better go get it right I know you ain't thinking about losing your life (damn) Huh, flow keep up, lick inside of the trunk Might not win a trum if she know where I'm from I know you pussy, you bumping your gums Can't tell if you sweet, but you definitely dumb Yeah, Cartier all on my wrist On Twitter she rich and she play with her thumbs I hit up Wafi the shit on that bitch I know you was broke, I can't be for the bum Yeah, I'm a fly bitch every day You gotta wait to get paid Say he like how I maneuver, come get your dude, he a chooser, ooh Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter (yeah) Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touchdown to your city, they say that it's nitty We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right

(Bound) uh (Bound) yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay (bound to fallin' in love) SRG, it's Jay -, no Z, Eazy -, no E (whoa) (Flo Milli shit, bitch) (hey, where's Rolo?) Jay E with the remix Keeping my foot on your neck 'til I'm paraplegic When were you giving me love You can't even point out the time I was there to receive it Maybe you saw me in person (bound to fallin' in love) Or maybe you sent me a text and I forgot to read it Or maybe I'm blind and deaf to deceivers So you doing either would not even mean shit You at my level is a fantasy You try to manifest that out your vanity (oh) And you still can't mirror the shit that I draw Explain that shit to your family I know it damaging to see me walk out a foreign So they throwing shade from the Camry (how) What I drop made so many bitches bend over Now Tik Tok is OnlyFans to me Y'all be thinking it's a contest Don't compare us if he didn't pop yet I heard shawty was your main mission I was treating shawty like a side quest I ain't have to do it but I did it (did it) But I don't need the extra credit (credit) I'm not sitting down politicking with you 'Cause that don't put nothin' on my debit You see the streams my Flo Milli (shit) After this it'll be Mo Milli (that's right) It's similar to a kidnapping got no choice but to roll me (gone) I been getting to it since my pops nutted They was wishing I was on my mom's stomach They tell their bros that they better than me But sucking dick is when they top somethin' Only thing that lean is yo' bitch when I bend her over Sippin' Poland Spring and Arizona, fuck a Coca-Cola That's your Juliet? Oh, that's cool, I'ma Romeo her (bound to fall in love) You think you a demon 'til I Giyu like I'm Tomioka (Flo Milli shit, bitch) I like smoking weed, on the beach, daddy pull me closer Fuckin' in the sand, you my man, I'ma bend it over That's your Juliet? Bet her shit don't get this wet, uh (bound to fall in love) Get a taste of this, it's gon' make you hate your ex Bitch, I got it now, lame ass hoes will say I'm next up Think I'm underrated, 'cause hoes see me as a threat All this ice on my Patek, I could never break a sweat I've been running shit for years, how the hell could you forget? Uh (uh-huh) Only thing that lean is your nigga, when I give him closure Only thing I need, is my eater when you coming over When you coming over? Told me don't listen to these hoes, they just want exposure I feel like Tomioka Only thing that lean is yo' bitch when I bend her over Sippin' Poland Spring and Arizona, fuck a Coca-Cola That's your Juliet? Oh, that's cool, I'ma Romeo her (bound to fall in love) You think you a demon 'til I Giyu like I'm Tomioka (Bound to fallin' in love)

Never had a bitch like me in your life And you ain't never had a bitch like me in your life, uh Never had a bitch like me in your life You ain't never had a bitch like me in your life (yeah) He speed in the Wraith while his hand on my coochie (yeah) He touchin' Emilio Pucci (uh) Doin' good, bitch, I'm gucci (I'm good) Fly to Asia, he feedin' me sushi (oh) When we fuckin', it feel like a movie Raw bitch, ain't never been a groupie Stiff on a ho, I like my nigga bougie (yeah) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me, lose me) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me, lose me) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me) Tell me you don't never- Keep me a Haitian, I love me a Zoe I've been thinkin' 'bout you on the road We havin' rich sex on a boat He hit it back to back like it's dope (like it's dope) How you gon' prove you could treat me right? You stole my heart like a thief in the night Yeah, he my man, he was never your type If you try me, ho, it's on sight He totin' the Uzi, but he actin' real bougie (bougie, yeah) I like to fight over dick, ho, don't get hit with the two-piece (two-piece) You know you can call if you need me Tell me you ain't never ever leavin' (no) When I suck it, I look in your eyes (yeah) You better fuck me like you mean it (fuck me like you mean it) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me, lose me) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me, lose me) Tell me you don't never wanna lose me Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me) Tell me you don't never- He speed in the Wraith while his hand on my coochie Doin' good, bitch, I'm gucci (bitch, I'm gucci) When we fuckin', it feel like a movie (it feel like a movie) Be stiff on a ho, I like my nigga bougie Tell me you don't never wanna lose me

Flo Milli shit, bitch (J White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh) Ayy, I'm 'bout to hit up Christian, I ain't seen him in a minute (Hey) Dennis be on my mind but that nigga don't like to listen Maleek too fuckin' borin', he always up in his feelings I know Eric got a girlfriend but I'm knowin' he be missin' All these niggas hit me up, when they be cravin' my attention I ain't even let 'em hit it, got 'em sprung with just a friendship Tryna claim me, I can't blame 'em That's why I just keep my distance If I ever lose my interest, cut him off, he in his feelings These niggas weak (eww) They've been textin' me all week Just let me be (let me go) Blowin' me up, I'm tryna sleep I ain't your freak (stupid nigga) So don't be callin' after three I do what these bitches don't That's why they runnin' back to me Run that cash up (run it up) Run that cash (run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Run that... (still run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Run that... (he better run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Bounce that ass (he gon' run it up) I'ma make him work like he's a bodybuilder, then I might consider (ha) If he always got his partners with him, I might leave him quicker Hell no, I don't want no childish nigga, give me dollars, nigga Put some money in my bank just like you hit the lotto, nigga Look, you can keep it pimpin' now I'm gone, I know you miss me (woah) Used to text "Good mornin'", now you stopped, that's inconsistent I've been in my bag, don't got time to be in my feelings Ladies, listen, I ain't talking 'bout fitness when I say These niggas weak (eww) They've been textin' me all week Just let me be (let me go) Blowin' me up, I'm tryna sleep I ain't your freak (stupid nigga) So don't be callin' after three I do what these bitches don't That's why they runnin' back to me Run that cash up (run it up) Run that cash (run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Run that... (still run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Run that... (he better run it up) Run that cash up (run it up) Bounce that ass (he gon' run it up) These niggas weak (eww) (Run that cash up, run that cash Run that cash up, run that cash) These niggas weak (eww) (Run that cash up, run that cash Run that cash up, bounce that ass) These niggas weak (eww) (Run that cash up) Run that cash up, run that cash Run that cash up, run that Run that cash up, run that Run that cash up, bounce that ass (J White Did It J White Did It Ooh yeah, yeah)

] I made a hunnit thousand dollars this year, yeah That still don't mean shit My cousin Geetchie and his baby motha' got into an accident And lost her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady That ain't shit, nigga, huh DC niggas legit now, yeah See Black kids gettin' killed by cops White man wanna shoot us down, niggas started sellin' rock And who the fuck can stop us now? My nigga, we ain't shit, nigga My old bitch lost a baby too Ain't know what the fuck to do Right before the first tape Almost killed a nigga for some Foams And quit this rappin' just to buy her shit Y'all niggas don't know this shit Landover, and smokin' dip Ain't even the half of it Half a father, half a bitch, and half a brick And have a bit of hope can take you far, shit And this just the intro, nigga, I ain't even spazzin' yet We ain't even make it yet Talk to me like I'm that nigga, ask me who I'm fuckin' now Momma can't go to family functions, they ask if I'm around Shout my cousin Tiana and bless her, bless her family too Look at the nigga, look at the boy that I had grew into The pressure of fame is gettin' to me already I can't tell Shakir to stop fuckin' around with Setea I can't tell my mama I ain't go to school for Setea I can't tell Setea I fell in love wit Rahwa first Do you understand how much that shit might fuckin' hurt? That I put her ass third and my city first? I never trust that nigga Que, aye fuck I do to you? And fuck dat nigga Gleesh too, you ain't bulletproof Mo' money, mo' bitches, equal no problems My cardiac be acting funny and my soul follows Went to go-gos, to meet hoes, wit' no fathers Now my path righteous wit' a light and gold bottles I never thought I'd be the nigga reppin' westside The crips love a nigga, say they rep the best side Ill-rock, West Baltimore, you can meet the lord See his physical features, delete you when you meet the God Me and my father, we started speakin' Hate my uncle on my mama side, we started beefin' Kicked me out house, yeah I was homeless, wasn't eatin' Robbin', never gave a fuck about a job and Trappin' wit my nigga Sam and start romancin' Kali, we were gon' get married, move to Cali Porrah, Porrah yeah you drive me crazy Why you leave me, baby? Yeah, why you leave me, baby?

Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move one time in his prime Creep on the beat, when I ride, we gon' slide Got the whole DMV on my side Treated with bitches who slide on my line The way that the man whole team like a band, OG With a peng tryna smash the band I can escape and break, the glass, the Hen Y'all niggas goin' ghost, the Pac, the Man Shootin' at ya, clickity-clack, the fact is Word around is, it don't matter That your favorite rapper head on a silver platter My goons will catch ya, don't ask no questions When we in the zone, it's pure reaction Shawty hella thick and got an accent Might have to whip, and whip and gas it No time for it, so I lean I get lean (Lean, lean, lean) Triple beam scheme with the blacked-out seats, with a top-top freak I get cheese (Cheese, cheese, cheese) Cheddar, fettuccine, jig is up, you ain't ever seen I get windows tinted, candy painted, engine revvin', gone Lil' Flip, I keep it pimpin' I keep quite a distance from niggas, so stay on the jump Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my Let a nigga move two times in this bitch I don't miss, with the hits, kinda opposite With the shits, my style's so effortless I cream too hard, might just take ya bitch I shine too hard, I even shine in the dark No shots on D, and my god, whole team win it all I don't wanna fuck when I ball I don't even splurge at the mall Sold weed, sold pills, sold D, sold this, sold that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all Seen fiends, seen death, seen shots, seen this, seen that Look, I don't wanna talk about it all I miss Mac, 'cause he a maniac And I'm a maniac, and an insomniac And they shoot the choppa, I just take the choppa now And if I have to, I will take this chopper down Better watch your back, I'm a maniac Better watch your back, I'm a maniac 'Bout to make a million for all my children (All my children, oh yeah) 'Bout to make a million for all my, all my I'm finna make a hunnid billion racks For my children, finna max out, yeah And that's facts, yeah I'm finna cop a hunnid million packs Of that water wave, wet and wild All down my back, yeah

Uh, killin' niggas, laying bodies all in the studio Wishin' for the darkest skinndid women be at the shows Purple naked ladies while I watch her dance in the mirror She dirty dancin', I call her Diana, she mike a pole Pop goes weasel, pop goals, pop the goat Pussy pop bottles, pop babies, rock the boat Me and babygirl, she stay quiet but she knows Daddy do his thang while I tell her stay at home and- Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah Ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah Girl you're a star C'mon and dance baby And dance baby, I know it Girl you're a star C'mon and dance baby And dance baby Uh, yeah Go and tell a nigga' no, wit' a ass like that? Hey why you wanna go and do dat? And all my niggas stay behind me while they holdin' the gat Hit a nigga from the front and make him split in the back Split in his pants Legs do the wobble dee wobble dee, makin' him dance Spin him in a rosie a daze, holdin' his hands I got street cred, feel the heat lead Knife fight, bring the gun, shoot, he dead Love you baby, love you baby I protect ya' Ain't no other bitch wanted me to get ya' Ya' ex man, ex rappers tell em catch up Rock gold and I can't afford to lose that Ay-ya-ah Ay-ya-ah