作词 : Carlos St. John
 作曲 : Carlos St. John/Lee Stashenko
I can't be nobody else's
I want them bad ******* to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
Lit *****, girl I know you felt it
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you "I'm for real *****"
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks
We stirrin the racks, we trappin' the jecks
We sleepin' in jets, we really the best (Brr, brr, brr)
We pull and flex, we speakin' baguettes
The *****s done test, and the ******* done text
We came from the bottom, we never forget, hey, hey, hey
Get to a coward, I never allow it
Them *****s is jealous, them *****s is sour
They whatchin' and plottin
They wantin' the power, and aim at your head
I'm sendin you the flowers, are standin' on the couch
I piss on the tower, and sleep in the pools
Or ******' the showers,
For all of the days they didn't allow us
Hey, hey, hey, brr
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks
We stirrin the racks, we sleepin' in jets
We jump on the jets, my *****s is next
Hey, hey, hey, hey
**** on the press, my *****s is next
Foot on they neck, spit no respect
My ***** we blessed, hey-ay-ay-i-ay-i-ay
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
Keep the success, you lookin' depressed
You did it to Catholic, shoot it to air, I shoot it to chest
Travel in coach, my dad was a ghost
The ***** on the side, she don't got on no clothes
The moment is close, just watch the approach
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Momma I'm ****, my *****s is ****
They mention my name, I give them approach
She gave you a heart, she gave me her throat
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I got it made, my *****s is made
I'm gettin my money, my ***** I'm paid
The ***** is good, my credit is great
All I want is yacht, and some top, in the coupe, by the spot
And a bad ***** to cook, ***** look
**** a book, I never read, everything I got, I took
She on a plane, I'm on a lake,
He gon' grill it, *****s goin' ape
For heavens sake, he straight to play
I lift him up, but hit him up he levi-
I can't be nobody else's
I want them bad ******* to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
Lit *****, girl I know you felt it
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you "I'm for real *****"
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
Keep the success, you lookin' depressed
You did it to Catholic, shoot it to air, I shoot it to chest
Travel in coach, my dad was a ghost
The ***** on the side, she don't got on no clothes
The moment is close, just watch the approach
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Momma I'm ****, my *****s is ****
The switchup is ****, the pickup is ****
They feelin' the waitin' on the G.O.A.T
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I got it made, my *****s is made
I'm gettin my money, my ***** I'm paid
The ***** is good, my credit is great
All I want is a yacht