(We got London On Da Track) My voice kinda fucked up, but you know Yeah They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah) She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga Thought that it was over, but I'm back now I run up them racks and now them hoes know how to act now Looking for the truth? You found a nigga Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it? Thought I was just like you 'til I bought a new car Pull up in that bitch, like vroom And I dropped your boo off You'll probably pick her up later I probably pick up a quarter million and shit on a hater And it ain't a nigga gave me shit, but I did plenty of favors I'm talking favors Favors you ain't deserve and you ain't want that (yeah) Passin' out these loans that I don't want back (yeah) By the time you cross the line, I let you go back (yeah) And now I pull up, drop the window, yell out They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop (let's go) I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah) She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga Look, I ain't trippin', I already got more money than my opps I'm just tryna get more money than last year Don't argue with 'em, we take care of any problem that we got I just hope when it's over, you got my back, uh-huh And I ain't nothin' like your last Look, I ain't nothing like your last nigga, you buggin', I run it up Had to stack my bread up, I was sick of feelin' regular Niggas out here drillin' her and you worried about impressin' her (Yeah) I swear he's not me If he ain't with the shits, then he not with me I'm icy as a motherfucker, golly Why the f*ck wouldn't they wanna rob me? They thought it was over 'til I pulled up in the drop I ran the light and hit the gas (yeah, yeah) She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir) She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah) She always been a good girl, but she f*ck me like a thot (okay) I take my time, I have her blastin' (yeah) She know that nigga think he fuckin' with me, but he not She say I'm nothin' like her last nigga (yeah)