Outta Nothing

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
No no, no no no no
No, no
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Lifting this money, I broke my arm
Drive the foreign car like a stolen car
Had to cut her off, I ain't worried 'bout it, I got more broads
I got more money, talkin' money talk
You ain't talkin' that then we don't correspond
Take the top off the Audi like her sports bra
Phone on DND, I can't take no more calls
I put my phone on DND
Know they mad 'cause they tired of not bein' me
Know they bitches mad that they not seein' me
Drop the pill inside my Red Bull with Creatine
Boy, you're broke, can't afford these Amiri jeans
Can't love her for nothing
Tired of all this bluffin'
It's crazy, I made so much shit outta nothing

[Verse]
Hop in the foreign with four exhausts
All my bitches got ass in they drawers
Finna hit from the back, blow her back in the [?]
Bro, don't trip, I collected my bag and the cost
Porsche engine and I filled it with NOS
Know they jealous of me so they hate on the boy
Ice on my ankles
Put it in her throat, sound like she getting strangled
Eating good, put salmon and basil on my bagels
Take drugs 'cause I can't live with myself, self-medication
Been to the doctor's put they didn't provide me no help
She know I can't cave in
Been beggin' and beggin' and beggin' me to come around
Smokin' on Runtz 'cause I need that, I blow by the pound
Trap all the way from the plane to the ground

[Bridge]
Yeah
Lifting this money, I broke my arm
Drive the foreign car like I stole the car
Had to cut her off, I ain't trippin' 'bout it, I got more broads
I got more money, I got more cars
Let her count it for me 'cause I work hard
Boy, your rent money what my shirt cost
Sippin' Hi-Tech, we ain't drinkin' no Smirnoff
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Lifting this money, I broke my arm
Drive the foreign car like a stolen car
Had to cut her off, I ain't worried 'bout it, I got more broads
I got more money, talkin' money talk
You ain't talkin' that then we don't correspond
Take the top off the Audi like her sports bra
Phone on DND, I can't take no more calls
I put my phone on DND
Know they mad 'cause they tired of not bein' me
Know they bitches mad that they not seein' me
Drop the pill inside my Red Bull with Creatine
Boy, you're broke, can't afford these Amiri jeans
Can't love her for nothing
Tired of all this bluffin'
It's crazy, I made so much shit outta nothing