text: Ohh, dont act like you care about me
  Ohh, don’t act like you care about me 
  Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
  Dont act like you care about me, don’t act like you care about me
  Saved by the bell
  Fuck it, you only live once 
  Done with all the stuntin down the pipeline 
  Cept for a nigga like me 
  I done lived at least eight lifetimes 
  Bitch, you got too much jokes 
  Aha, everything you say funny
  Talkin bout, Aha, ha, ha, bitch, that shit aint funny 
  Im a little jealous, but I always trust my gut 
  Im a little jealous, but I always trust my gut 
  I can- I can calculate the shit 
  Let me lead this bitch, let me lead this bitch
  This bitch laughin’ at this nigga joke
  Ah, yeah, I’ma see this bitch 
  Let me fuck you from the back, though
  Let me fuck you while Im mad, though 
  On God, fuck a stripper bitch like Amber Rose
  Bitch ain’t never stick it in the back door 
  Ridin with this nigga, all on, all on-on that nigga dick
  Oh shit, God damn work
  Bitch, shut the fuck up fore we get home, bitch, ahh 
  You gon believe this bitch now? 
  Oh, Ye, oh, Ye, what you talkin’ bout?
  In the front verse, oh, you should walk it out
  I dont even give a fuck if you talkin bout
  What the fuck you want that fame, what you talkin bout me?
  Im singin this lowkey, you sittin here before me
  Everytime that you phone me
  And Im feelin like a worst guy, had me feelin like its rest time
  Listen, baby, for me, listen, baby, for me
  I just want that bag if you add it, I just want to know if you ridin
  I just want free time that we on this
  I just feel like we come with that low shit
  If you wanna sip on that Bud Light, on that Bud Light
  If you wanna get here, get your love right if youre alright
  Im so glad, Im so glad
  Im so high, uh, Im so high
  They so mad, uh, Im so high
  Ohh, dont act like you care about me
  Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
  Ohh
  And I want a 20 on my chain, it dangles
  Bands on me, I just might fuck your bitch like Bang Bros
  So much jewelry on my neck, my fuckin bank froze
  And I wanna fuck it while Im watchin bank roll
  Cut the roof off, you cant breathe when I smash it
  Diamonds on funk and I bleed when Im ashin
  Cut the roof off, you cant breathe when I smash it
  Diamonds on funk and I bleed when Im ashin
  Ride on my wrist, I got your ride on my wrist
  Rollie on them bands when I ride on my wrist
  Five on the fist, cop five on the fist
  Then I want a forty, got five on my wrist
  And I know youre no snake, been fuckin on my bae
  Im fuckin up a check and I wonder why
  Been down on-on the tracks and Im flippin on a bitch
  Im fuckin up a check and I wonder why
  And I musta be a bun digger chanter
  And I musta cutta fund that I shot up
  And I go, and I go, and I said I go
  Hannibal, diamonds up, aint no matter, though
  Racks in the bank, its up, Im on the payroll
  Im the one, I choose to paper chase, baby
  Racks in the bank, its up, Im on the payroll
  Im the one, I choose the paper
  Ohh, dont act like you care about me
  Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
  Ohh