Luv4 Em

I got some niggas in the streets, but I still got love for them If they don't got it, then it's cool, they know I got drugs for them

Bringin' back the space jam elevens, Fuck them Dior runners, Ima stack this paper till I'm mad rich

Top floor at the levels nigga, Introduced her to the plug, yeah, he mad I got a bad bitch

I got a bus the bezel, nigga They got 21 carats and I don't care cause I'm a savage, nigga

Rackies in the mattress, ayy Bitch, I'm jumpin' off a jet, I don't gotta go through baggage claim

Hell no, I don't know the name, I just hit it Tell a bitch I love her, smoke a blunt and I forget it

Bitch, I count my blessings, it's not my digits That's a cool 40 bands, I can't spend it all at Lenox

You know Johnny, that's my dentist These niggas sleep, tell him wake up, ayy, one day they gon' listen

We got Chef Woes in the kitchen Put your 3Ds on, nigga, ayy, watch me get to whipping

Drug dealers and strippers, I got a bag with them I'm with the woes of Miami, I'm finna do the dash with them, ayy