Lyrics
[Chorus]
B***h, get out my ear
B***h, get out my ear, b***h, get out my ear
I really can't feel, b***h, really don't care
You worry 'bout hoes, I worry 'bout mills
I worry 'bout deals, I worry 'bout bills
Bro ain't got no hoes, bro worried 'bout kills
Lunchbox got flows, we ain't talking 'bout skill
Lunchbox got motion, don't you see what I built?
[Verse]
I be tens toes, I ain't got no more fear
I'm in that truck, 100 plus playing gears
I need ten racks for the feat, on the real
It took ten years to blow up in a year
Playing games we gone leave 'em right there
Playing games and that's red rings of death
I'm with gang high as **** pouring, yeah
I'm insane, no, b***h, I'm really diff'
What they talk 'bout?
What they talk 'bout? They ain't talking shit
Running your mouth, you ain't running shit
Running your mouth, you ain't running chips
I was ****ed up, you ain't give me sh—
I was ****ed up, you ain't give me shit
Now I woke up, everything be lit
Y'all done ****ed up, shouldn't of gave me shit
**** my old b***h, I know you need me
Getting that money, that Luigi
I got the world in my palms like a fushigi
Got a new chop' that's a new demon
My Drake be hot like some new Weeknd
Shit done got hot on a few weekends
All my shit mines, I don't do leasing
They stealing sauce, I'm like: who leaking?
[Chorus]
B***h, get out my ear, b***h, get out my ear
I really can't feel, b***h, really don't care
You worry 'bout hoes, I worry 'bout mills
I worry 'bout deals, I worry 'bout bills
Bro ain't got no hoes, bro worried 'bout kills
Lunchbox got flows, we ain't talking 'bout skill
Lunchbox got motion, don't you see what I built?
B***h, get out my ear
B***h, get out my ear, b***h, get out my ear
I really can't feel, b***h, really don't care
You worry 'bout hoes, I worry 'bout mills
I worry 'bout deals, I worry 'bout bills
Bro ain't got no hoes, bro worried 'bout kills
Lunchbox got flows, we ain't talking 'bout skill
Lunchbox got motion, don't you see what I built?
[Verse]
I be tens toes, I ain't got no more fear
I'm in that truck, 100 plus playing gears
I need ten racks for the feat, on the real
It took ten years to blow up in a year
Playing games we gone leave 'em right there
Playing games and that's red rings of death
I'm with gang high as **** pouring, yeah
I'm insane, no, b***h, I'm really diff'
What they talk 'bout?
What they talk 'bout? They ain't talking shit
Running your mouth, you ain't running shit
Running your mouth, you ain't running chips
I was ****ed up, you ain't give me sh—
I was ****ed up, you ain't give me shit
Now I woke up, everything be lit
Y'all done ****ed up, shouldn't of gave me shit
**** my old b***h, I know you need me
Getting that money, that Luigi
I got the world in my palms like a fushigi
Got a new chop' that's a new demon
My Drake be hot like some new Weeknd
Shit done got hot on a few weekends
All my shit mines, I don't do leasing
They stealing sauce, I'm like: who leaking?
[Chorus]
B***h, get out my ear, b***h, get out my ear
I really can't feel, b***h, really don't care
You worry 'bout hoes, I worry 'bout mills
I worry 'bout deals, I worry 'bout bills
Bro ain't got no hoes, bro worried 'bout kills
Lunchbox got flows, we ain't talking 'bout skill
Lunchbox got motion, don't you see what I built?