Yeah okay, okay, okay
It's 1207 'til the top, boy
Yeah okay, okay, okay
It's 1207 'til the top, boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I hopped up off the block, I had to blow and get away, away
Okay, okay
I give 'em heart attacks but what it say
Your problems gettin' soft, you niggas in my lane, just in my way
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Yeah I count up every fuckin' day
And spend it on my bag, ok?
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I might spend a couple thousand to put cartiers up on my face
Who want the fade?
Sick of lil bitches renegades
They throwin' shades
In my business, all up in my space
You bitches lame
All you bitches need is me to blame
I'm gorgeous man
All these bitches really want is change
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I've been plottin' how to get you pussy niggas out the way
You niggas fuckin' shames, I'm wiping little shits away
Okay, okay, okay
I'm runnin' up the price today
She fucked the price up pay
My uber ticket twice your pay
Okay, okay, okay
I gotta say
I be callin' my old bitch up like: I miss you every day
No way
She said no fuckin' way, no fuckin' way
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I'm almost ready
I think I'm ready
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I'm almost ready
I think I'm ready
