[Verse 1]
Spark a Woody, gettin’ buzz like Lightyear
You f** that b**h, I f**ed her first so I might care
Got these rappers stressin’ out, they growin’ white hair
I dumped that b**h, sold her a dream, I gave her nightmares
They talkin’ sh** from far away, my .40 right here
Shooter shoot like Steve Kerr, I feel like Mike here
Told that b**h I’m not Mike Tyson, I don’t bite ears
My shorty 21, she in her prime years
I don’t want her body, I want her mind, yeah
My Lambo will transform, Optimus Prime, yeah
I had to leave the Rex, the 6 is full of slimes, yeah
They see me gettin’ money, feel like droppin’ dimes, yeah
She said she wanna be my wife, I said don’t waste my time
I’ll prolly keep on f**in’ b**hes ’til I’m 49
Please don’t try me ’cause you know I’m Addy’d up
He thought he was lit until we lit him up
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ sh**, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not f**in’ on your b**h, she on the rag
[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your b**h
She know I’m good for it
My j**eler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it
[Verse 2]
Got some money and they sayin’ that I changed now
She don’t wanna f** me, I’m tryna f** her friend now
She said she not a stripper, I still made her strip now
I’m doin’ good, I left the Rex, I’m off the strip now
Had to upgrade all my shooters, got ’em 30 clips
Told ’em best not wear my merch when you be doin’ sh**
My bro still in the trap, I’m tryna get him out the sh**
‘Cause he can’t build a house with only half a brick
Ain’t talkin’ burgers when I say that we was hittin’ licks
You f** around I might just f** around and f** your b**h
You switch your life around and that’s when all your family switch
Tell me who else would keep the lights on if I wasn’t lit
These pussies actin’ like some toilets, wanna take my sh**
I got some Mali’s from the south side, they be sprayin’ sh**
Like 2K player mode, I had to recreate myself
You wearin’ fake designer, try to recreate my belt
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just a brown boy with a bag
I got hitters poppin’ sh**, I’m just poppin’ all these tags
Come get your issue, we got mags
The only time when I’m not f**in’ on your b**h, she on the rag
[Chorus]
Told my plug I need a pound
You know I’m good for it
I book a flight for your b**h
She know I’m good for it
My j**eler made another chain
He know I’m good for it
I’m what the music game needed
Yeah I’m good for it