[Intro]
Is that a Tracstar beat?
Yeah
[Chorus]
I cannot lie no more
I gotta keep me a roll
I know that he gon' fold
The money it give me a stroke
I know these bitches they gon' call me 'fore they call they mom
I'm too magnificent, could give a f*ck 'bout where you from
I'm the baddest in Atlanta, think I'm nephew tone
Yah, eight bitches they on me like a octagon
That boy gettin' it funny I'll knock his money off
My bank account sick, It need to get doctored on
[Verse]
On my prince shit, I'm a young phenomenon
Yeah, that's your bitch, I got her around my arm
I got body building pence, you know my pockets strong
You know I'm married to that money, bank my sis-in-law (yeah)
Yeah I'm countin' these racks I'm countin' these racks
These blue hunneds
Yeah, I'm gettin' that guap, I'm gettin' that guap
I'm gettin' that guap
Yeah, I'm done with these bitches. No I can't show no love
And I think I'm gon cry when I get my first auedemar
Phenomenon, I'm a young boss
Don't got a word for you, yuh I'm at a loss
Yeah, I'ma swim in that p*ssy like it's a yacht
And I done f*cked up my money, It's a know
Yeah, yeah shawty low, you know what I done done
My money long as I'm a f*cking semi truck
These bitches lucky to have me, I wish 'em luck
And I might spend a couple hunned f*ckin' run
[Chorus]
I cannot lie no more
I gotta keep me a roll
I know that he gon' fold
The money it give me a stroke
I know these bitches they gon' call me 'fore they call they mom
I'm too magnificent, could give a f*ck 'bout where you from
I'm the baddest in Atlanta, think I'm nephew tone
Yah, eight bitches they on me like a octagon
That boy gettin' it funny I'll knock his money off
My bank account sick, It need to get doctored on