So What

Told the teller need my check, please

Red bottoms, matte black on the coupe go with then red seats

I'm not the same as when you met me

Youngin' locked out with all of them thuggas like I'm Jeffery

So what, I get drowsy when I pour up

Some people get left at the bottom when you goin' up

Got my shit together for the better, had to grow up

Tell me you a rider, gotta show me

Almost crashed out in that Beamer, I been swervin' side to side

Stack these rubber bands, I conversate with paper eye to eye

Shawty blowin' up my phone, I'm gettin' too it no reply

They be askin' how I do it, then they steady wonder why