​you HATE IT I KNOW!

[Chorus]
A nigga like you been flexin' for hoes
But a nigga like me keep countin' the dough
Keep seein' me win, you hate it, I know
Stay mad at her, not me lil' bro
I put the racks up on his head
Look at me wrong, nigga, you dead
Do too much, she's so fed

[Verse]
Do too much, leave her on read
I can't play 'bout this bread
She care too much 'bout what I said
Don't let them get in your head
Just get that money, nigga, instead
Got Saint Laurent and number nine
I don't know him, he not slime
Got different hoes, yeah, different kind
He said hе makin' money, he lyin'
You flexin' with shit that you didn't еven buy
You get out of line, you end up in the sky
Your bitch kinda bad, but not badder than mine
Your nigga be bitin', they stealin' my rhymes
Pull out the draco, it go bang
You can get jugged, you can get stained
Just fucked this hoe, ain't know her name
That is a shame, that is a shame
Christian Dior, I don't rock Balmain (Yeah)
Nowadays I need the finer things
The way that I'm livin', I can't complain
I good over here, please stay in your lane

[Chorus]
A nigga like you been flexin' for hoes
But a nigga like me keep countin' the dough
Keep seein' me win, you hate it, I know
Stay mad at her, not me lil' bro
I put the racks up on his head
Look at me wrong, nigga, you dead
Do too much, she's so fed