Hold up, hold up, hold up, let me catch my breath Let me count these checks, flex on my ex I don't got no respect, break up in a text Pull up in a G, T3, fly off in a jet Pull up I'm suited, and you know I got my tooling Okay, I'm my Bentley Cooper Heard you pull up in a Cooper Told that lil' bitch that she's stupid Okay, these niggas can't move me Okay, these bitches can't move me Those are not diamonds, they're rubies Wait, that's not rubies, that's glass Smack that bitch right on the ass I know that she's gonna lose me Yeah, my polo be from Louis Niggas act like they was rootin' But they really be some goofy If you don't like me, then sue me Yeah, my new girl got that booty That my new girl up at Gucci Yeah, what? That my new girl up at Gucci Yeah, what? Spend a man's all up at Gucci Look at your chain when you jewelin' You need to come to my jewelin' I put a chain on my shooter I put a stick on my Ruger In her dreams like Freddy Krueger Just met her after I got newer Ferrari pull up Ferris Bueller Hold up, hold up, hold up, let me catch my breath Let me count these checks, flex on my ex I don't got no respect, break up in a text Pull up in a G, T3, fly off in a jet Hold up, hold up, hold up, let me catch my breath Let me count these checks, flex on my ex I don't got no respect, break up in a text Pull up in a G, T3, fly off in a jet Little Uzi vert like, who the fuck are you? Yeah, almost didn't make it, but I made it through Yeah, get into the money, if you snooze, you lose Whoa, you should see the way that they plot on you Yeah, wait, why they plot on me? Cause they really know it ain't no stoppin' me Like, first I hit my dance, then they flock to me Yeah, we done did it all night, girl, I gotta leave Yeah, pat your weave down before you see your man Oh no, now we all mad, everything gon' hit the fan I don't want that arm again, I don't wanna want that again Even though that girl a ten, I think we better all be friends Sike, I'ma hit that again, I'ma lick that again I'ma split that again, now I do what I want Can't do what I can't, think you want not at all Cause you know I ball, yeah, but I heard you soft I'ma cop it for the cost, throw the gas on my car Hold up, hold up, hold up, let me catch my breath Let me count these checks, flex on my ex They don't got no respect, break up in a text Ball up in a G, T3, fly off in a jet Hold up, hold up, hold up, let me catch my breath Let me count these checks, flex on my ex They don't got no respect, break up in a text Ball up in a G, T3, fly off in a jet