I left that girl alone I don’t hit her phone Why they keep on hating on me Then they goin prone Steady gettin cheese No This ain’t no provolone Bout to get the tats Call me mister post Malone Got all the cash on me I don’t need a loan 17 Already got a plan Shawty all up on me She calling me the man Told her get up off me Cuz she is just a fan I pray they pull up on me cuz I’m always with my clan Remember 7th grade we was eating out the can Remember 8th grade we was eating of a tray Sky’s were never blue they were steady staying grey Thought she was my lover Guess she was part of the play Now we steady rich, people left The money stayed