I ain't finna fall down Fourth quarter, shorty, I'mma a ball out Don't go to work, baby call out Ain't no waitin', no stall now I'm finna a ball out Fourth quarter, shorty, no call outs Don't go to work, baby, just call out (Uh) In the bedroom, all out Percs on the counter I can't wait to take 'em Blunts on the counter Can't wait to face it Bad lil' bitch, yeah She be my favorite All my songs, they all on her playlists I don't really know how to say it but I'mma say it I don't really know if she take it but she could take it I don't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix Presidential brain that bitch like Sarah Palin Here it go I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago I thank God every day for this, a miracle In the Trap House singing mingles, spirituals (yeah) Aunt Jemima, best believe I'm in trap [?], entry lining I guess that means that the stars aligning Gonna sing like CeCe Winans Changed shit just like the climate Sit back in my seat reclining I call that shit perfect timing I'm in another country getting new money My money like depression, yeah it's blue money Feeling like I had depression, I was blue or something Pull up on the ceiling you get knocked like the bass back Put the Mac-11 bullet where your fucking face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a bitch put her face at Eating good cocaine on a placemat And that's what a bitch put her face at