Intro

Yeah, what up Meech... 22

Take a ride with the G. O. A. T one time

Aye, 22

(Meech)

Verse

Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth

I don’t know if she my bitch, I don’t know what she do

Everytime it’s in my hands, shit it gotta move

If niggas pulled up on you shooting

you wouldn’t know what to do

Single lion in this world, I don’t need nobody

I made a promise to my sister I’ma be somebody

You can have yo bitch back, she need somebody

I was busy stacking blues when y’all couldn’t find me

I don’t hang around you niggas, we don’t think the same

Young nappy head nigga, gold on his frames

Stopped picking up my phone, niggas say I changed

Nigga get yo scale dirty before you say my name

Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed

This a M my buckle, M’s on my brain

On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane

You ask a nigga for a favor, they forget yo name

I’ll spit on yo big homie, I ain’t got one

You lil niggas talking ‘bout guns, I really got them

Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him

Alotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some

It ain't a rule I won’t break, risk I won’t take

You putting yo feelings in a bitch, boy that’s a heartbreak

And this Moschino that I’m wearing came from Italy

It’s a 4 in my drank, shark on my face

Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody

She mad at me cuz I ain’t text back, like I care about her

Drive a distance for the money cuz I care about it

Punch a nigga in his mouth, knock the stare up out him

Up early with the birds, I need every dollar

Told my son I’m getting a mansion for him & his momma

But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter

You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther

We get 4 48’s for that good bargain

Wearing clothes you can’t afford, it make me a target

I don’t deal with relatives, family you walking

Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling

Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie

I’m the leader of the mob, you can call me Paulie

I can’t even go shopping, too much in my closet

I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers

Nigga, I’m the man where I’m from

Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps

You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb

A couple bitches love me, I don’t care about one, nigga