Chapter One

[Intro]
Grahh

[Verse]
I know bitches hate me, I don't give a fuck about 'em
If they pay me, I might care a little
But if you don't know me and just tryna jump on the hate train, don't put yourself in the middle
I'm tryna get money, and they be so mad 'cause I'm good, they would do anything, tryna end me
Every song, man I'm stronger, they envy
And they clout chasin', tryna be trendy (Like)
All my old friends, I forget 'em
Man I'm on some Drake shit, I want new ones
Nothin' excite me, like a new gun
Or the bills, I like the blue ones
He get chills, when I talk
Like, want to whisper in my ear
Get closer, why you over there?
Make sure when you talkin' only I can hear
I told him, "Give me everything in your pockets, I'm pointin' my G at your-"
I ain't get to finish, he gave me his wallet
I took out a band, and left him two bills (Two bills)
Pulled him closer, told him "Make it home safe, get a cap, and fuckin' disappear"
I hate niggas, isn't it clear?
I love money too much, bring that shit over here
I don't like anybody, and I don't really give a fuck if these niggas feel the same (I don't)
I know I'm lit, and I can be a lil' cocky, but bitches really know my name
And y'all be throwin' salt, I may not ever be stressin' and checkin' her page everyday (I don't)
I know I hear, all these niggas tryna argue with me, what the fuck are y'all gay?
And I don't do apologies, I'm screaming, "Fuck all of y'all bitches that got in the way"
She in my biology, bitches study me so much, they tryna know what I'ma say
I bet you know my favorite color grey, how much I weight, and every single track I ever recorded before today
But I bet she don't know her nigga call me bae
I got a different vibe and they can't match it
I be quiet, but kind of rachet
You too boring, you gotta pack it
I'm not rolling up if you not tryna match it
I got a different vibe and they can't match it
I be quiet, but kind of rachet
You too boring, you gotta pack it
I'm not rolling up if you not tryna match it