[Intro]
Blatt-blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt (Slay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-woah
Blatt, blatt-blatt-blatt, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm like damn, I’m that motherfucka' (Fucka)
That boy broke, must be so tough for 'em (Tough for ’em)
Yeah, watch how you talk, boy might get wet up (Pew)
Broke bitches always tryna get some paper (Paper)
Was in the backseat, ridin' 'round wit' that tool (Tool)
Cops tryna take me, but I couldn't lose (No, I couldn't lose)
When you a young black n***a, scared for your life

[Verse]
It start fuckin' wit' your head, you don’t know wrong from right
Locked in the backroom, ain’t have no one to talk to (No)
Went from tears, went to, "I can't trust you" and "Fuck you" (No)
Then, had no one to hug you, no one to love you (Woah)
Could have no one to understand you how you want to
Yeah, I was gon’ tell you that I loved you, I can't even tell myself
(I can't even tell myself)
I was gon' tell you that I want you back, but I can’t even trust myself
[Bridge]
Remember what I told you (Told you)
I hope that you live so well
(So well) Without me
Without me

[Verse 2]
Back to the basics, n***a I got plugs, and they all different states bitch (States bitch)
Yeah, pop me a lil' pill, yeah, a n***a feeling wasted
I hoop like a Laker, and six figures n***a, why you workin' as a waiter?
I'm like bitch, "See you later" broke n***as on the radar
You don't even know what I did for him to get here
Oh my god, .223, his jaw (Hahahahaha)
Can't even step in the mall
Can't even jump on the road (Not at all)
And he start pourin' a four, pourin' eighth (Eighth)
I don't wanna live to this day
[?] right now, too get comfortable
'Cause I can't buy another hoe
Bitch, How you gonna leave these day? (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, Why you gotta be this way? (Yeah, yeah, listen)
Bitch, Could buy you a new face (Listen, listen)
Tell that money, "I'm on the way" (Listen, listen, listen to me)
(Listen to me)

[Refrain]
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
(Yeah, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me)
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
(Listen to me, listen to me)
Tell that money, "I'm on the way"
[Chorus]
I'm like damn, I'm that motherfucka' (Yeah)
That boy broke, must be so tough for 'em (Tough for 'em)
Yeah, watch how you talk, boy might get wet up (Might get wet up)
Broke bitches always tryna get some paper (Get some paper)
(Yeah, ooh)
Was in the backseat, ridin' 'round wit' that tool (Whistle)
Cops tryna take me, but I couldn't lose (Couldn't lose)
When you a young black n***a, scared for your life (Scared for your life)