Let’s run up a milly,it’s time to get silly,I’m on my up,and that’s to a Billie,check out my jeans,check out my swag,check out my bitch Burkin bags,check out da wraith,give me some space, Bitch,jump in a cab. I came from the bottom,I’m not gonna stay there,hunnits and fifties,somebody gon lay there,roll me a blunt of that shit, I ain’t playing,papers and grabba,go off in plane,G5s and better, get off of me playing,I came from da ground,im up super Sayian,I order me frames,I buy her Celine,I even gotta a extra key,so she can stay there,I run up check,bitch,I ain’t playing,trynna step in me,bitch ,stop playing,I am the man,and u r a fan,I told u I’ll make it,like what u saying,my lyrics gon save me/, fuck a 380 ,I brought a Mercedes,/she callin me baby,she wanna have babies,I tell her she crazy,/fuck is u talking bout,broke ho u could walk it out,as soon as fuck,I’ll be ballin out,playing D on a different on a route,bigger cars wit da bigger house,bigger chains witta the big amounts,bigger booties,need a bigger couch,now how she gonnn /kick a nikka out,/as soon as get up,I’m leaving,she thinking a nikka be dreaming,Harlem world nikkas be demons,I see u in hell,Aquafina/Gomez- don’t mention Selena,turner she acting like Tina,ima pull up in a Beamer,she gon pull up,like a eater,