I'm fly, I'm hardy, I talk it, I walk it All that dank bullshit, bitch, the Lord in this farty Still not confined me, if you ain't talkin' money Take a look at this still, bitch, I'm already foggy Yeah, they all fucked down, all caught down I'll be insane to complain, I'm so high, I don't wanna come down Hopped out the car, straddled like a skunk And I'm cleaned up, sound like a mop Shot ring and sound like metronome And I stand tall, sound like a dog Talkin' bout the money, talkin' bout the fuck, bitch Hey, baby, you know what the fuck you do to me I'm ridin' with my shooter, he won't hesitate to squeeze Hey, homie, you know what the fuck you do to me Feelings never been my ball, man And what I'm talkin', that's all off, dang Knock you down like a shell at Blackhawks game I ain't never had nothin' I'm fly, I'm hardy, I talk it, I walk it All that dank bullshit, bitch, the Lord in this farty Still not confined me, if you ain't talkin' money Take a look at this still, bitch, I'm already foggy Don't fall down, I'll come down I'll be the song to the brim I'm so high, I wanna come down Talk about a come up Me and my young bulls playin' with a lump sum Niggas that owe me always tryin' to avoid me Clutchin' my 40 and fuckin' with the shorty They wanna gossip all through the day Meanwhile, we flossin' every way Forget what it's costin' We get it right back when we lost it My G.I. Joe got the Mac in case they wanna cross me Being impatient Got me a new spot, they spacious And I don't test drive the sedan, I take it I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in they faces I'm fly, I'm hardy, I talk it, I walk it All that dank bullshit, bitch, the Lord in this farty Still not confined me, if you ain't talkin' money Take a look at this dip, dude, I'm already foggy Don't fall down, I'll come down I'll be the song to the brim I'm so high, I wanna come down All of these bitches call me Big Daddy Do so much in KOD, they callin' me Trick Daddy Montclair with Louboutin, yeah, I'm mismatchin' You can tell I'm a rich nigga by lookin' at me I'm just chillin', my nigga, my diamonds dancin' You know I shop on Rodeo, I'm never tacky I'm paper chasin' till they put me in a casket I swear them hunnids singin' to me like a ballad When I get in my cellar, I go, I'ma drive it like a Audi I paint my tires with these strippers, yeah I'm tryna die a fuckin' billionaire Balmain's got like every pair On top, I ain't goin' anywhere I'm fly, I'm hardy, I talk it, I walk it All that dank bullshit, bitch, the Lord in this farty Do not confront me if you ain't talkin' money Take a look at this tip, dude, I'm already foggy Let it all fall down All caught down I'll be insane to the point I'm so high, I don't wanna come down