作词 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Pierre Thevenot/Stefan Cismigiu/Thomas Ross
作曲 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Pierre Thevenot/Stefan Cismigiu/Thomas Ross
[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
(Oh my God, he on X Games mode)

[Chorus]
All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I ** my ***, I don't even make her take off her skirt
'Cause when we ** and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first
If you ain't talkin money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse
And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt

[Verse]
I got a Glock with a switch and a stick with a shell catche
If I up it, boy, I swear I won't miss, I put that on my gang, yessi
I put that on my gang, yessi
I put that on my gang, for sure
And if you want some smoke, if you want some problem, then shit, lil' nigga, let's go
Huh, I just ** my *** good and rock out my show
I'm on the South side, I got a big nine and a big K to tote
If I wanna get high, I got a whole pint and a whole P to smoke
***, I got more money and more ** than George Jung got blow
And I stay lowkey, but I'm still poppin' my ** on the low
That Maybach drive itself, I don't even gotta touch the wheel, that *** just go
And before I got rich, I been poppin' my ** from head to toe
Swaggin' ** from head to toe
**in' *** that you know
Huh, let me switch up my flow
I been performing coast to coast
Ridin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah, this a Ghost
I celebrate every day, yeah, make a toast
I be flexin' every day, yeah, still don't post it
She said you lowkey and she love how I stroke it
Racks stuffed in my jeans, it's hard for her to stay focused
She said she love me, but I already noticed
She want double C, I bought that lil' *** a Coach
All I see is me 'cause I know all these hoes on go
I'm stiff on everybody, I'm not easy to approach
And I don't ** with nobody, I up that stick if I don't know you
Wet your whole gang up like water, yeah, this stick could Super Soak you
Hit him in his leg, made him do the Hokey Pokey
I hit her from the back, this *** can't do nothin' but fold up
I told this *** I lied, she believed everything I told he
I told that *** I got six wives and she ain't give no **s
She just wanna live it up
Yeah, she just wanna go shoppin' and go on a lil' date
Huh, she just wanna get laid, yeah
I just wanna get paid, yeah
Designer my shades, yeah
Designer my fit
Diamonds all white like grits
I was down bad on my **
I ain't have nothin', nigga, I ain't have shit
Now I'm gettin' money, yeah, yeah, I'm the shit, uh
You ain't gettin' nothin', yeah, yeah, you ain't shit, uh
You ain't got no money, but you worried 'bout that ***, huh
If you ain't got no ***, why you all on my **?
I been puttin' in too much time, too much work for this shit
And I ain't never in my feelings, I don't never gotta vent

[Chorus]
All you do is lose, you come in last, I come in first (Yeah)
All she want me to do is make her laugh and take off her shirt
When I ** my ***, I don't even make her take off her skirt
'Cause when we ** and split, yeah, she know I'ma make her cum first
If you ain't talkin money, lil' boy, I don't wanna converse
And before I do anything, I roll up a blunt and pour some syrup
And when I'm not high, it's easy for you to get on my nerves
And if the feds catch me, they gon' try and put me under the dirt