OkayKnow what I'm sayin' (Cardo got wings)I ain't gon' keep playin' with y'allNot like I was before though, hahaUhBack seat, how I like to rideTwo freaks tryna fit insideJust left the club, now she wanna slideNigga keep callin' so she tryna hideBig chain, got her eyes wideBig dough, nigga no liePresidential, monumentalShe only fuck with you when the rent dueI'm tryna bag one when I spin throughOn the grind, gettin' money's not a issueYou know it's the bomb just by the scentNigga sayin' he a pimp but he doin' shit that tricks doLot of bullshit I been throughIt made me a boss and my whole team officialWe just stickin' to the scriptNiggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this'Bout to take another tripTell my bitch roll another zipAnd my gang don't slipSmoke trees, count a mil' before I dipSo much that the bank can't fitShe chose up, you can't blame herWe in the room high as a sky scraperWe came this far, never gon' change up, homie that's TaylorStraight game, what I give herBig crib but I made it out of PittsburghNo time for the fuck shitWe pull up, cleanest niggas at the functionAll white Benz lookin' for some skinsMake sure I got room for you plus your friendsStraight card, no cashHeard them niggas be simpin' so them niggas ain't lastin'Get a joint and put gas inThem niggas ain't even in my way, I move past 'emEverything I make classicAnd niggas be hatin', but to me that ain't naturalAnd it's pay me, fuck youSmell two K's when I come throughI just roll another zipNiggas sayin' they get down but I promise they don't do it like this'Bout to take another tripTell my bitch roll another zipAnd my gang don't slipSmoke trees, count a mil' before I dipSo much that the bank can't fitShe chose up, you can't blame herWe in the room high as a sky scraperWe came this far, never gon' change up, homie that's Taylor