[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Haha, Xan' bar, double cup, yeah, yeah
Xan' bar, double cup, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh, wait
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
Uh, ayy, ayy
Xan' bar, double cup, it's the same thing, ayy
Never change, never change, I'm in the same lane, ayy
All these chains on my neck, sound like some loose change, ayy
All black Raf Simons, like Bruce Wayne, ayy

[Verse]
I can not fuck with a lame
I'm ballin' like James, I'm still in the game, ayy
Fuck up, then fuck up again
I run up a check, and I'm makin' it rain, ayy
Damn, I do it again
My n***as shoot you, then I shoot you again, ayy
I put the juice in the gin, hey
I put the ball in the rim, hey
I do not fuck with a friend
I just got brothers in can, hey
Free my bro' locked in the pen, hey
Caught him with a gun in his hand, hey
Stuntin' when I'm up in a Benz, yeah
I got Dior on my lens, yeah
These n***as pretend, huh
I do not fuck with these n***as, huh
I got no love for these n***as, that shotty on me got a slug for a n***a, hey
You think you getting that money? Huh
You think you keep it one hundred? Hey
Bitch I don't walk it I run it, hey
Ball like the OKC Thunder, ayy
Ball like the OKC Thunder
I shit on your boy, someone get him a plunger, hey
Run up on me, I'ma dump you
Pull up in that Hummer, I pull up that dumper, hey
All of my n***as get money
We stack it, then flip, it I keep it one hundred, hey
Bitch, I don't walk it, I run it, yeah
Bitch, I don't walk it, I run it
I ball on these hoes and I swear that I'm swishin'
You talkin' that shit? Then I wash you like dishes, hey
All of my n***as be different
We jiggy Raf Simons on me 'cause I'm busy, hey
Fuckin' yo bitch lets get busy, hey
All of my n***as be with me, hey
Bro with me he got a semi, hey
Hardaway I'm ballin' like Penny, hey
Who is this bitch? She suck my dick just for a hundred dollars, hey
Run up on me, run on my clique
We got a hundred choppas, hey
You got a hundred n***as? Damn, we got a hundred problems, hey
Well that's okay with me, 'cause bitch, I got them problem solvers, ayy
I just be runnin' with killers
Bathing Ape on me, going gorillas
Run up on me, I swear that I get you
Michael Jackson, she dancing like thriller
And my n***as, they still get the picture
Roll you up and I smoke like a swisher
N***as talkin' that shit, I'ma get 'em
Bitch, she drunk like she off of the liquor, ayy
[Outro]
Yeah
I let that breathe, I let that breathe, I let that breathe
I get the head, I get the head, telepathy
Don't give a fuck what none these haters tellin' me
The shit you say so mofuckin' irrelevant
Ayy, ayy, ayy