Aye Gotta call my girl, I know she mad at me, me Gotta pop me a beny for my allergies I feel like the new kid on the block Just look how the shoes matching with the socks I told her it's true a nigga goin pop Got something to prove I could never stop, stop Just got a new thot, swervin on my last I feel like the cops swervin on my ass Yo bitch gave me top, yeah we had blast I'm knowin I got it I ain't gotta brag She knowin I got it she ain't gotta ask They know they in trouble quisi where you at I stay on the go, I never relax Wherever I go it's close to the cash I'm mad that you constantly posting that trash Ass She shaking that shit cause she looked in the stash She left me alone and thought I was sad But the joke is on her I was actually glad She told that back then that she chilled with the hoes But you was one of them too you don't gotta lie I already know I put the cash in the oven And I'm watching the dough grow Caught her snapping pics, I told her chill with the photos I know these other bitches mad at me They need some help but used to laugh at me I get high as f*ck and forget the rules of gravity She want my black in her mouth like a cavity So I Gotta call my girl, I know she mad at me, me Gotta pop me a beny for my allergies I feel like the new kid on the block Just look how the shoes matching with the socks I told her it's true a nigga goin pop Got something to prove I could never stop