(Ayy, V, line 'em up)
Hm, hm
Hm, hmm, hm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
Hm, hm

Hold on, wait
Got all these bitches at my feet but I won't [?]
She say she want the diamond, crazy [?]
We got more sticks than the navy in this place
Don't want your belly, bitch I'm tryna shoot your face
Don't want your body, bitch I want [?]
How the fuck he [?] wit' a mop
If you don't want me double back you better [?]
If you don't want me double back you better [?]

Hold up, wait
I'm with a bad ass bitch in Turks and Caic's
I don't want your body baby I just want the face
Yeah, I'm multi-million but I'm still stuck in my ways
I tried check the time but it's just diamonds in the-
Yeah I do this shit for fun
Why your boyfriend try to play with me, like damn girl is he drunk?
Like what's up, shit is not my fault you was choosing up
Tryna beef over a bitch, shit that boy is lame as fuck
Hold on, wait
Fifty to my brother lawyer for his open case
That really ain't shit, I woke made fifty today
Plus I'm bouta spend like seven million on my place
I made sacrifices, that's the price of being great
(That's the damn price)

Hold up, wait
Hm, hm
Why you call me crying, told her Stop
Hm, Mhm
Momma called me crying, told her Stop
Hm, hm
Sorry, I ain't try to break her heart
Hm, hm
They just gon' have to break her heart
Hm, hmm, hm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
Hm, hm

Hold on, wait
Million dollar crib for my momma she was servin' fiends
Now she by the pool drinkin' wine, eating cottage cheese
I'm gon' need my credit, I am so done with the modesty
Boy what are you, dumb? Stupid or slow?
I'm just doing what I'm 'post to, getting money, fucking ho's
Book me for your festival, half a ticket for a show
Man I do this shit for Saiko, RIP, that was my bro
Hold on, wait
Ever since a youngin' momma told me I'd be great
They said it was luck, hell nah, it was fate
They talk a whole lot but won't say it to my face
Something's just won't ever change, hold up wait

Hold up, wait
Hm, hm
Why you call me crying, told her Stop
Hm, Mhm
Momma called me crying, told her Stop
Hm, hm
Sorry, I ain't try to break her heart
Hm, hm
They just gon' have to break her heart

Hm, hm
Swervin', I got [?] to park your car
Hm, hm
Swervin' hundred shots to park your car
Hm, hm
[?] all them racks, that shit bizzare