Ohh, dont act like you care about me
Ohh, don’t act like you care about me 
Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
Dont act like you care about me, don’t act like you care about me
Saved by the bell
Fuck it, you only live once 
Done with all the stuntin down the pipeline 
Cept for a nigga like me 
I done lived at least eight lifetimes 
Bitch, you got too much jokes 
Aha, everything you say funny
Talkin bout, Aha, ha, ha, bitch, that shit aint funny 
Im a little jealous, but I always trust my gut 
Im a little jealous, but I always trust my gut 
I can- I can calculate the shit 
Let me lead this bitch, let me lead this bitch
This bitch laughin’ at this nigga joke
Ah, yeah, I’ma see this bitch 
Let me fuck you from the back, though
Let me fuck you while Im mad, though 
On God, fuck a stripper bitch like Amber Rose
Bitch ain’t never stick it in the back door 
Ridin with this nigga, all on, all on-on that nigga dick
Oh shit, God damn work
Bitch, shut the fuck up fore we get home, bitch, ahh 
You gon believe this bitch now? 
Oh, Ye, oh, Ye, what you talkin’ bout?
In the front verse, oh, you should walk it out
I dont even give a fuck if you talkin bout
What the fuck you want that fame, what you talkin bout me?
Im singin this lowkey, you sittin here before me
Everytime that you phone me
And Im feelin like a worst guy, had me feelin like its rest time
Listen, baby, for me, listen, baby, for me
I just want that bag if you add it, I just want to know if you ridin
I just want free time that we on this
I just feel like we come with that low shit
If you wanna sip on that Bud Light, on that Bud Light
If you wanna get here, get your love right if youre alright
Im so glad, Im so glad
Im so high, uh, Im so high
They so mad, uh, Im so high
Ohh, dont act like you care about me
Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
Ohh
And I want a 20 on my chain, it dangles
Bands on me, I just might fuck your bitch like Bang Bros
So much jewelry on my neck, my fuckin bank froze
And I wanna fuck it while Im watchin bank roll
Cut the roof off, you cant breathe when I smash it
Diamonds on funk and I bleed when Im ashin
Cut the roof off, you cant breathe when I smash it
Diamonds on funk and I bleed when Im ashin
Ride on my wrist, I got your ride on my wrist
Rollie on them bands when I ride on my wrist
Five on the fist, cop five on the fist
Then I want a forty, got five on my wrist
And I know youre no snake, been fuckin on my bae
Im fuckin up a check and I wonder why
Been down on-on the tracks and Im flippin on a bitch
Im fuckin up a check and I wonder why
And I musta be a bun digger chanter
And I musta cutta fund that I shot up
And I go, and I go, and I said I go
Hannibal, diamonds up, aint no matter, though
Racks in the bank, its up, Im on the payroll
Im the one, I choose to paper chase, baby
Racks in the bank, its up, Im on the payroll
Im the one, I choose the paper
Ohh, dont act like you care about me
Ohh, dont act like you care about me 
Ohh