So I don't wanna be my girlfriend, I don't really want that
You know I just want you to throw it back
Oh, you said you got a man, I ain't know that
If I like it, it don't matter, but I don't price that
If I ain't really feelin', you won't write back
I just wanna let you know I ain't like that
I'ma start it lookin' bad, I'ma pipe that
I know that shorty lookin' at me cause I'm lookin' at her
Don't matter whether she be lookin', I can tell she wanna know what I'll be doin' after
Nothing, I'm chillin', you tell me, maybe come through with the telly
She said I would let you hit it, but I'm really afraid that you gonna
Break my heart and leave me cold
But I'ma take you home and let you know that I'ma
Be the one to keep you warm
I start up in the pussy, hit it to the crack of the morning, you know that
I got them bands on me, pull up with bands on me
Now them thotties be puttin' their hands on me
I got money, so now they chase after me
I don't know why they boyfriend be hatin' on me
Maybe cause that broke boy ain't get money
You can look at my team, we be gettin' money
Put your hands in the air if you gettin' money
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
You know that God I'll drip on
So you know what we are
Since we wanna be friends, but no
Cause all y'all peons, I can't be friends, oh no
So I hop inside the raven, speed up
I just better cold decide
I just better cold decide
I got some models on the way, not no Chardonnay, this is Clicquot
I'm in front of the club, I got tossed out
Cause we deep and we had that bitch boxed out
I sit for college, I dropped out
Now I got me some money, I'm guaped out
And if I say to that guy, then you know that I mean it
You see them all hatin' on me for no reason
I'm in Texas, you know that I'm speedin'
We got that good, good, good, shorty be fiendin'
I got them bands on me, pull up with bands on me
Now them thotties be puttin' their hands on me
I got money, so now they chase after me
Now I know why they boy with me hatin' on me
Maybe cause that broke boy ain't get money
You can look at my team, we be gettin' money
Just put your hands in the air if you gettin' money
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
So they say I'm handsome, slack, slack
I want my slack, I put that Jabba out
And then I hold you for ransom
Now I got so much money
I remember
When I have my pockets, I'm frail
Count it up, put all the racks in the safe
Like I just got it out of the mail
Damn, I'm on the ball like a sail
Bitches, they callin' my phone, I don't wail
I better tell that bitch, if you won't * with me
You better not be the one kiss the tail
I'm about to go on vacation, that's me in these locks
Try to separate, I'ma treat you like some packs
I'ma roll you up like you a cigarette
Like when they light it up, kissin' won't pass me a match
I got them bands on me
Pull up with bands on me
Now them thotties be puttin' they hands on me
I got money, so now they chase after me
Now I know why they point from behind on me
Maybe it's cause that broke boy ain't got money
You can look at my team, maybe get money
Put your hands in the air if you got money
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Everybody gon' pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up
Pull up with your hands up