Might

[Intro: Fendi P]
Eastside

[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Might pull up, ten trucks, all black
Might perform on stages strapped
Might just board the plane with Pack
While all these niggas do is cap
Might go back post front the trap
Might just go back front my cousin
Might be too strong, might wan' cut it
Might go Monte, Regal, Cutlass
Might go LS, swap the motor
Might be VS, might just show ya
Might just hit the plug for yola
Might finesse, might sell him soda
Might relocate south the border
Ship it, address, out the Carter
Might just microwave the quarter
You just might wan' place your order

[Verse 2: I'sis]
Might pull up, coupe fast as fuck
Then fucked around, and ran it
Might clear the scene, they backing up
Might fight a bit if the acting up
Might pop a bitch, if she actin tough
Might slice the bitch if I don't get enough
Might whip it up, might add the cut
Might add the ice, my dirty cup
Might fuck around, might switch it up
Might pull up stuntin' somethin' hard as as fuck
Might wear the Rollie when I cook it up
Might change the game, how I’m comin' up
Might wear my chains on the tour bus
Might be heavy, it's enormous
Might fuck up money, might get it back
Might ride around with a hundred racks

[Verse 3: G Style]
Might come plain-Jane Sky Dweller
Fifty on the wrist
Might come F&N GN5
Depend on how I feel
Might come patent leather J's
Might come patent leather Pradas
Might come throw ten thousand dollars
She gon' do it for a baller
Might do a ménage with her and Nicki
(Her and Nicki)
Might pull a coupe off the lot, show you how I'm livin'
(How I’m livin') Huh
Might go dumb this whole summer
Might go stupid all winter
Might do Aspen for the winter
Might not ever stop gettin it

[Verse 4: Curren$y]
Might give that bitch back to you
Might divide amongst the crew
White Impala, interior blue
Wipe me down like Boosie-boo
Hoppin' out, like, bitch, who you
Poppin' collars, khaki suits
Might go old, I might go new
Might go four door, might go two
Might not answer for that hoe no more
You might wan' get a clue
Bitch, recognise we through
I might pull up, nah, I'm cool
I can't get loot with fools
I don't don't wear them trendy shoes
I don't like them giant boots
Might go OG Jordan 2's

[Verse 5: Black Cobain]
Might just sell your bitch some clothes
Might just sell your bitch some [?]
Might just do Miami for a month
I might just do a week
Might slide through the hood and roll a za
I might not see police
But if we see polices creep
Might just swerve the block and leave
Might just hit the booty club
Might just throw a thousand ones
Might order lemon-peppers wings
I might just hit your both for fun
Never hit her line again
I might go and buy a gun
I might put a switch on mine
You hear that brrrrr, you better run
Lil' bitch