I would've, oh
Fift-five, I have my zaza
I want them (?) like
These niggas jealous I know they can't come near me, I'm like
Your pockets full of bread now?
They can't compare, I'm like
Hit me up like
Girl, please just hit me up like
I ain't tryna really where's you at like
I'm just tryna have a kid at you, I'm like
I just want something real
I just want something real all night
I just want something real all night
I just want something real, I'm like
I just be thumbin' them racks up
Me and Lunch we gon' get that lunchbox
When I'm smokin' on za gettin' hotbox
When I'm smokin' on za gettin lost, yeah
Fuckin' your shawty cause she know she a thot
I got them racks up, lil bro you not
Flyin' to Paris, whole lotta drop
Let me swerve that bitch off the lot
I got too much bands, till' the step we checkin' in
So poppin' out, it's nothin' too me
Loyalty I got is everything too me
That's my lil baby, she runnin' for me
Your lil bitch wanna do it for me
Got five bands, just nothin' to me
Got five bands in my pocket to me
Spent five bands, I'm at Celine (huh)
