I'm on when you on one too
I'll have a couple drinks, a couple blunts too
It's like a hundred of us only one room
But if she got friends, f*ck it tell 'em come through
Pop a bottle in a penthouse
Stuntin' like it's my sh*t
Really it's my friend's house
But f*ck who ever did doubt
Headed to the money the road of riches b*tch im en route
I did it myself
Give a f*ck if you feelin' me, i'm feeling myself
Yeah, I've been on my own di*k
Don't listen to the radio I be bumpin' my own sh*t
And if it ain't the money callin' I'll hang up the phone quick
Yeah, Don't Overthink [?] DOT, a player yes [?] I can not give you TLC
[?] from the East Coast but here's some for the West Side
If you got it in you well then baby lets ride, all about the ass give a f*ck about the breast size
Yeah, I see you tryna flex guy, well I am not impressed guy
Cuz where I'm from you come in stuntin' like you somethin' cuz you dress fly, you won't be nothin' the bullets they let fly
But I ain't with the balance, I'd rather hear the music I don't wanna hear the silence
I don't have the rest, please finish this off/correct my current lyrics