Four, five hundred on the Hummer, no gas
Eighty-nine, price on the ticket, uh
Exercise, eat all my vegetables
Fuck up some decimals, he 'bout his business
Stuntin' 'bout the hundreds, and it comin' all fast
Shawty gon' bag it, lick it, uh
Gift wrap, package, ship it, uh
Nigga from rags to riches, uh
Dumb shit, dumb shit
Act like you don't know who run shit, run shit
On the front porch in the function, uh
Not checkin' my sneakers, no checks on my sneakers
Just Puma, Gap, and, yeah, the goody GR!M
Pull up to the church in my hoodie, then
I'm 'bout to get money what should he think?
I ride around in the all-pink Mercedes, the pussy whip
Like Killa Cam, my braids lookin' like I could be Jim
They lookin' around like that could be them
Lot of opps is around and you could be them
If we talkin' 'bout pockets, you know mine fat
If we talkin' your chances, they could be thin
And I'm knocking at the door like, "Let me in"
Who bring more pussy than the lesbian?
Hangin' from the helicopter, Spider-Man

Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter
Take my wife beat' off, spin it like a helicopter
Fuck with young pretty Flacko, I Petey pop ya (yeah)
Fuckin' with that pretty Flacko (yeah), might Petey pop you (GR!M)
Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter
Take my wife beat' off, spin it like a helicopter
Fuck with young pretty Flacko, I Petey pop ya (yeah)
Fuckin' with that pretty Flacko (yeah), might Petey pop you (GR!M, uh)

Used to be niggas do anything for a new check
Nowadays, these days, niggas do anything for a blue check, check
When tennis shoes had the check or three stripes on the side
Way before Puma cut the check, yeah
Three strikes, that's your life, uh
You niggas runnin' out of sweat, uh
Nigga runnin' out of breath, uh
Niggas runnin' out of time
Y'all niggas runnin' into debt
Word to everything, I been the lit
From the internet, niggas set the trend, now the trend is set
Then they run to do it and then forget who did it best

Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (niggas know)
Take my wife beat' off, spin it like a helicopter (like a helicopter)
Fu-fuck with young pretty Flacko, I Petey pop ya (P-Petey pop ya, P-)
Fuckin' with that pretty Flacko, I Petey pop you (GR!M)
Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (yeah)
Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (yeah)
Fuck with young pretty Flacko, I Petey pop ya (yeah)
Fuckin' with that pretty Flacko, might Petey pop you (GR!M)
Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (yeah)
Take my white tee off, spin it like a helicopter (yeah)
Fuck with young pretty Flacko, I Petey pop ya (yeah)
Fuckin' with that pretty Flacko, might Petey pop you (GR!M) Writer/s: Kelvin Krash, Rakim Mayers, Soufien Rhouat
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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