VERSE 1 Thank God the whip got the good mileage I ain't seen them gas pumps about a month I ain't big enough to front Negotiated did my two assignments And I been rounding out the sum Get my bags for the summer Give my baby what he want Cause the four-course meals just the minimum Lambs chops chopping at the cinema The situation sticky but my baby still gon stick em up like Yeah yeah hoe, pay me what you owe Before we at yo do Give a fuck about a net thirty I keep it clean but this director keep her hands dirty With the shits Tarantino, Al Pacino with the clips I'm Gambino on the flick Acting childish out the whip HOOK And ain't nothing y’all could do bout it (Yeah yeah hoe, pay me what you owe) It ain't nothing y'all could do about it (I need my money like now now) And ain't nothing y'all could do about it (Yeah yeah hoe, pay me what you owe) Like why would I be asking you about it When ain't nothing y’all could do about it (now now)

VERSE 1 Be down for me Be down for you Be down for me Be down for Be down for me Be down for you Be down for me Be down for Brown sugar red yams and gold cinnamon Lil babies sweet things in twelve synonyms Long to be back when young kid again Grownish at eighteen, them lost citizens Had your back like glue and we should've been In love but fought these truths with self-evidence Hands at 10 and oops Thighs fidgeting Nerves when I see you Burned innocence PRE-HOOK Sunshine, you're bright (sunshine you’re bright) You look so good in this light got caught in your hype (I flew too close to) Alright, I'll bite (alright I’ll bite) If it's all in rewind I'm yours and you're mine (Had to let go to) CHORUS Oh that luna moth, lighting Is beautiful, blind me When you were all I'd see Past moon and stars You were all I'd need OUTRO Be down for me Be down for you (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for you (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for (had to let go to) Be down for me Be down for you (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for you (I flew too close to) Be down for me Be down for (had to let go to)

VERSE 1 The wrist on look at me The bands on Chuck E Cheese While they power tripping, Hercules I'm on my watching tens, Booker T And all my brothas companies So can't no bros talk tough to me I'm in my city where the poverty could meet elite And politicians get protected when they own police But every morning, I'm on mirror talk Black girl, big moves, beautiful and handsome You can't be a slave to this money be my anthem Gotta be a service to these folks and not the cancers They can never show out when they show be getting cancelled They gon try to sway you like these niggas got the answers Tell em they aint shit and put these niggas back in pampers I ignore the lil jokers, can't ignore the tantrums They gon hate the vibes, you projectin what they cant do HOOK And the list gets sickening (duh, duh, duh) When you living this differently (duh, duh, duh) They gon sell you different energies (mmhm) Like this rich bitch shit for cheap And though my wrist on Tiffanys In my city is some pretty things Like all this rich bitch shit for cheap I bought this rich bitch shit for cheap VERSE 2 And now the calls on overseas What is you saying bout some drama I'm at Captain D's in the Philippines Gotta shine, gotta make believe Basking in my peace IG stunting for nothing and sipping daiquiris Stateside crabs in the barrels I got a 2 for 3 These low vibes are feral They need a neutering Ain't no tryna steal my seat This a Ray Eames sectional We talking bout receipts In this world receptacle Yo levels don't compete Baby mama knocking me I'm a shooter, she a loser This a fucking robbery When these scopes is getting digitized You really gotta watch shit Peep the way they lose, peep the way they weigh they options Way they watch the W’s, hyphy off the nonsense Value in the objects Giving you the toxins You can't reach the 5th when you gettin to the gossip You can't get me down when I'm raising up the conscious

VERSE 1 Oh, do my eyes deceive me I'm the one not the two and still a player for sure If you can't hang release me I'll put yo ass back on Peachstreet Baby before I'll be down bad believe me Wanna be brand new on me baby I could take it on a tour Flip the script, damage ya whip And burning the floor Throw the Westside like Left Eye See you in court But boy that back and forth be lame to me Who is the gentleman you came to be And tell yo mama to stop paging me I know my walk away a shame to see I'm where these bad women eating fruit and fried rice (yeah, yeah) I'm a gem and I look better in the limelight (uh huh) 2022 for getting money and yo mind right (wassup) And '23 for only seeing us in hindsight (shutup) HOOK But it's alright baby Oh it's alright, I'm glad it's all out Like it's a cold thang, baby It's a cold game that you've drawn out Cuz when the world stop baby When its all done who do you call now I used to have love for you Used to have love but, I'm all out

HOOK Dummy used to never want me now they love me Got to have it all, owe you nothing (bitch) I'm in my bag and you mad Acting funny, still a dummy, crash VERSE 1 Got my money up Bitches on some used to be her buddy but Socials and these pods got these people on some funny stuff Losers always hate to lose Beggers always hate to choose Creepin me like let me catch a peek at you Niggas always peeping me I'm peeping how you peaked in school grow up Shooters really shooters when they think that you might blow up Cyberbullies really getting bullied when I'm showing up This internet don't hurt me none It's different where we really from Mass shooters used to look like Buddha when we was coming up Techs went undetected and them BBs on that tummy tuck Razors in my gummies case these niggas act too chummy Neighborhood was sunny but You could catch the fades Before them pistols at the waists Meant no place to play it safe Hammers sag these Bathing Apes But still outside on Saturdays Wish I could tell Lil Cooley she was dope before the Js And let her skin enjoy them rays It used to hurt when bitches say HOOK Bitch you, bummy (bitch) Used to never want me, now they love me (trick) Got to have it all, owe you nothing I'm in my bag, and you mad Acting funny, still a dummy, crash You a…

Mmm, I got my legs up My Godbaby say she love me and I’m next up And though I'm off until the Autumn just a heads up I bought a ticket next to me for the leg room Like I ain't know you wanted this you should've said sum’ 5' 2" this is not a era this a teasing Imma pay the bills spend the extra for the seating I'm still sowing, still growing, still reaping My Great Grandmama business as a seamstress And Grandmama spent the money ‘fore my mama got to keep shit Grandaddy travelled building highways And so his granddaughter stunting every Friday Stitched up, boss shit, vacating Nails in the paint, still dominate, trick First generation, 401k shit Ballin with my bros dodging the Caucasians And I'm roping in my dawgs naw, not to play with Like how do I explain this shit to ya baby Yeen seen it rock like this since the 80’s I'm going hard for the shit yeen pay me The owed reparations And forced segregations With no salutations

(And I'm, and I'm, and I'm And I'm, and I'm) VERSE 1 And I'm the big tippa The big spendah The ass fatter than the mumps that they let go the strippas A fucking killa They treat me like the new Avenger Just know that trolling say they watching and they love ya pictures These pussy, these pussy niggas they cannot deliver Aye, please shut the fuck up for me ‘fore I babysit ya And all you niggas in the crib can't come kick it with us Yo momma put you back to bed better tuck yo lip up And all you biting hoes is silly cuz my blood be iller I know yo pity-party litty but I'm getting bit up Outside you debbie-downing bitches pretty petty bitter But I got all my bros in it wit me and we getting richer, and richer HOOK And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues And I'm, and I'm, and I’m, and I'm And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues And I'm, and I'm, and I'm, and I'm And I’m the big tippa The big spendah The ass fatter cause them pockets complement my figures And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues And I'm, and I'm, and I'm, and I'm VERSE 2 Okay big tippin’ make the block hot The opps watch They see women getting bread and want her Her top cropped Mama copped to keep ya class filled collecting box tops How these niggas rep Southside but only drop by They know my name Back in Hampton been serving And-1s Alley-oopin' since my mama ‘nem paid off the Samsung He said, "I ain't seen no shit like this, ya hustle and some" I told him "I know that's fuckin right, yo ex damn bum" No deny, stupid fly It’s no machine and that's a bet Do or Die, no in-between Or suicide and no regrets Like what dat mean, get my green Talk my shit and get my check Left my demons at dat do’ And I decide what come in next Like in my mind, all my time All my use and use my debt Made dat promise to my Pops to never put that on his head I'mma get back in my bag until I get back all my cred Buy a crib to put my eggs and I put that on my ex HOOK And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues (oh yeah yeah yeah) And I'm, and I'm, and I’m, and I'm And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues (oh yeah yeah yeah) And I'm, and I'm, and I'm, and I'm And I’m the big tippa The big spendah The ass fatter cause them pockets complement my figures (oh yeah yeah yeah) And I'm tippin’ four-fours and I'm wrapped in four vogues And I'm, and I'm, and I'm, and I'm