I Told Em

[Intro]
(Mainee)

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Money on the table, still uppin' the standard
I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer
Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah
I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles
I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
I told 'em, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
They know I'ma get to the paper
They know I'ma get a baguettey
I told 'em don't mention my name
'Cause I ain't no regular nigga
This ain't no regular watch
This ain't no regular VIP
Ain't with no regular hoes, lil' nigga
This ain't no regular bitch
You used to sit on the block, lil' nigga
Now you got ice on your wrist
Now we can pull up in drop, lil' nigga
You get to poppin' your shit
Bread, we whippin' the hell out the brick
This ain't no regular bread
Yeah, I told these folks I was gon' raise the bar, I was the one, yeah
I told these folks I was gon' turn the trap, I did this shit hard, yeah
I told these folks money still on the table, they thought it was done, yeah
I told these folks never to play me ever, I'm not the one, yeah

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Money on the table, still uppin' the standard
I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer
Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah
I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles
I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
I told 'em, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
They ain't wanna leave a nigga no choice
Red Lamborghini cost four Porsche
Sean got the money, bought the whole porch
Whole hood hot like a blowtorch
Too many pounds, too many
Talk 'bout the traffic, who gettin' it?
Whole lotta racks, whole crew get it
7-1-1, that crew business
Paint your trap, nigga, who in it?
Number on the dash say two-twenty
Head to the dealer, get coupe tinted
Drip like mine, ain't too many
Yeah, I'm captain 'round here, I'm lieutenant
I already know I'm due with it (Let 'em know)
I already know it's a deuce in it (Let 'em know)
Label online, yeah, two tickets (Let 'em know)
Please didn't work, had a two-fifty
Already turnt, never gon' change
Whole lotta money, I ain't never want fame
Hundred in the drop, ain't never gon' rain
Boss your ho up 'fore another nigga do it
Cut a bitch off, let a young nigga do it
Nigga can't do it how a young nigga do it
Rubber band the racks, get right back to it

[Chorus]
(Woah)
Money on the table, still uppin' the standard
I left that lil' boy no choice, came in with the hammer
Louis shirt, Amiri pants, dressed up like a scammer, uh
Four of Wock', three of red, pour it in a Fanta, yeah
I feel just like A.I. in that Lambo, I got handles
I feel just like Popi, too many racks, too hard to handle
I told 'em, yeah, yeah
(Woah)
I told 'em