text: Baby, can I be honest?
  I just want some money
  And dont you ever lie to me
  This a forty in a foreign, yeah
  You dont never show me off, though
  Why you always goin to the club?
  You aint never met your father, yeah
  Its no wonder I dont want you
  We hit Rodeo, then we mobbin, yeah
  This up a forty in my cuppie, yeah
  I pull up in that new Rolls Royce
  And I wanna up my dame, yeah
  Lil mama hotter than Wasabi, ohh
  I got a hunnid racks, its all for sure
  Mama lit up, throw a party, yeah
  And I swear I know a place where everybody go
  We could all go
  I got a place where everybody see
  That we could all go
  I got place we could go
  Ridin on the wave we go
  Tell me that its sorrow
  Its a motor and you tell me so
  And I wanna let the gammon go
  And I wanna let the comma go, got women to lay
  Someone had a forty and I beat your own way
  Had some minor fun, bitch, I surf on a wave
  And the bitches wanna fuck, I need to go on a break
  Please, let go, yeah
  Dont I know ya?
  Lo-love ya, so I know ya
  Baby, just be honest
  Aint no forty in my , ayy
  Im so tired of ménages, ayy
  Need a bitch that call me father, ayy
  Another homie hold me down, yeah
  I might take you to the water, yeah
  Its a forty in my , yeah
  No its only in the morning
  I swear, baby, you, mhm
  I swear, baby, you, mhm
  Mhm-mhm
  Ayy, baby, I swear to you
  Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
  She said, I dont fuck with Fairfax
  Can we go down that Rodeo?
  Cause I dont fuck with streetwear, yeah
  Its a matter if I say so
  I dont want it on my Dior, yeah
  Took her to a lil ronto
  Had her wantin on a detour, yeah
  Then we flew out to Toronto
  Money, monies on me and yeah I want it, yeah
  My lil mama, she say she want it, yeah
  Hunnid monies on me, its in the Rarri, yeah
  I know ya