Ever (Yeah) I'm finna get mean Turn up the circuits Turn up the— What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a 8 Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crêpe Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mm, alright Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin' I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the finger, I'm gettin' 'em dropped Well, well Ball off to that judge with the red shells You're pissy, can't get none to me You pussy, his bitch wanna do me I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies Like fuck it, I said they come show me The stuff that I did, they owe me Mm, mm, mm, mhm Fuck it, I'm up, skrrt on they ass I run up the millions and spend it on glass Fuck niggas that ain't got no paper, hm, hm They goin' to water, don't run out of money I'm payin' to hit with your ho? Ayy, you trippin' buddy Haha (Ha) haha (Phew) Haha, haha Throw money up in the eco (Mm) Shootin' that bitch like a free throw Made back since I was a Migo (Wock') My brother, my twin, Cardo I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yeah) They bills ain't more then my car note (Shoo) These bitches is bible, barcode (Huh) Huh, run it on auto, yup The money the motto What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a 8 Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crêpe Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mm, alright