Yea - TRL

No, we ain’t stoppin' for the cops, do 110

Niggas see me, tryin' give me dap, you is not my mans

And I got the blicky in the club,

Gang and them got your bitch turnt, pop a xan

Fuckin' on this instagram bitch, she got an OnlyFans

Only hit so I could kill her brother, it was in the plan

Bitch tryin' set, I’mma send her to

If her nigga want some smoke, I’mma turn him into grams

Man, you don’t have a thing

Charles Barkley, you will never see a ring

All I see is dirty money, I been tryna get it clean

Bitch was touchin' on my bone, I was tryna eat a wing

My old hoes mad

I know I got a problem, think exotic help me breathe

I don’t play piano, but I’m pressing over keys

Nigga if the price right gang will stretch you over

Hoes tryin' to give me lectures for some lesson I don’t need