[Verse 1] She don't wan' f** for the minimum She just tryna f** with some criminals Mobsters and bosses and generals She not tryna give up that na-na-na-na For no free na-ni-na Open your eyes and start freeing your mind Would you try make a mil off of retail Shed the details on real detail Run up the digital money Gotta keep checking the email Where's the females? Too much G mails Pull up the bag on you dumbos Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many I don' sold plenty, I don' pour plenty Split my soul plenty All for your loyalty The family all royalty Put my daughter in Christian Dior Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor I always knew I wanted more Jimmy the young bleeding bull Jimmy the young bleeding bull [Chorus] Don't you know I try Don't you know how I Care so much I die Need you by my side Don't you know I try Don't you know how I Care so much I die Need you by my side