text: Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it
  So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin 
  So many different girls I got a load of em 
  Why you always hatin? Go and get you some
  Girl, why you always trippin when you know its love?
  Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded 
  Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds
  What you thought it was?
  And its 1600 
  Try to take my soul, my young niggas, they coming 
  I remember when they said that I was nothing 
  I cant trust my brother, I cant trust my cousin 
  No, let me take my time 
  I want every girl like I cant make my mind 
  I spent 80,000 just to flood the time 
  I dont wear no Hanes, my T-shirt Saint Laurent 
  I just made a whole bag from like half of a show
  I still got some boys sad, moving bags of the dope
  Yeah, you know I got that cash, youll get blast on the low
  Just because you knew my dad dont mean that I play you close
  So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin 
  So many different girls, I got a load of em 
  Why you always hatin? Go and get you some
  Girl, why you always trippin when you know its love?
  Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded 
  Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds
  What you thought it was?
  Ive been by myself, so Im not losing health 
  I dont need you niggas, look like you cant tell
  Cant do nothing around you, cause we know you gon tell
  Niggas I grew up with got a five-star room in Hell
  Wait, cause they not loyal 
  Cant believe we grew up in the soil 
  Tell my niggas I got them with lawyers 
  Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you 
  Man, I wish I would knew, I would have warned you 
  They killed Ninety right there on the corner 
  I miss Chico, I swear thats my brother 
  Looking down on me right with his mother 
  So much water on my neck might need a boat or somethin 
  So many different girls, I got a load of em 
  Why you always hatin? Go and get you some
  Girl, why you always trippin when you know its love?
  Walk around, Cuban link, my Patek is flooded 
  Now my pockets super deep, flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds 
  Flooded with them hundreds
  What you thought it was?