You-you said 1 o’clock
I don’t give a fuck what I said, nigga
I don’t get out the bed before two-thirty
Don’t come through this motherfucker so early next time, nigga
Understood
Let’s see what’chu got
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Bridge]
Ain’t no disrespect (disrespect), well maybe it is
Ain’t no trappin’ here (Trappin’ here), well look here now, bitch
Ain’t no Oxycontin (No oxycontin), no coke or no thizz
Have you forgotten (You forgotten) who the fuck that I is? [Verse 1]
Trap or die, that’s a lie, niggas fry or testify
Superfly, get super high, jigga boo shit, supersize
Niggas do shit and justify
You can do shit and get euthanized
I could do shit, that’s no surprise
Serve your ass, two piece and fries
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Verse 2]
You niggas high as fuck (High as fuck), got slow reaction
I done sobered up (Sobered up) and I’m down for action
And I fuck you up (Fuck you up), if you come ’round askin’
Don’t try to play me (Try to play me) like I’m Anglo-Saxon
You a mouse in a trap house, I’m a dog in a cat house
I’m comin’ like Harriet Tubman, you comin’ like Harry the drug man
Some niggas don’t give a fuck, man, ’bout they own people sufferin’
Talkin’ ’bout that they strugglin’, made somethin’ from nothin’
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Verse 3]
I’ma kill me a dope dealer
I’ma douse me a trap house
Who let the dogs out? Oh, nothin’
Why you come to this motherfucker so early all the time, man? [Intro]
Hey man, get the door
These mother fuckers think it’s CVS around this bitch
Tell him we ain’t ’bout that shit
[Interlude: Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick]
Yo, who is it? I’ma make niggas crawl out
I’ma make niggas call out to Jesus and they momma (Jesus and they momma)
Right before they vomit (Before they vomit) blood out they stomach (Blood out they stomach)
This for my auntie, she smoked your shit daily
And this’ll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle
And this’ll make you meet your maker, understand that he’s the baker
Got your ass on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker
[Chorus]
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
Ain’t ’bout to count no money, nah, ain’t sellin’ no dope
Don’t bring me no bag, I want a envelope
[Outro]
Don’t bring me no bag
Don’t bring me no bag
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You-you a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house
You a mouse in a trap house, I’ma dog in a cat house Uhh, Nick
Yo, nigga, what up?

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?]
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Hook]
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down

[Verse 1]
If I fell on my knees, lost everything that I own
Could I rely on you to come through when I called your phone
See plenty people left when they told me they’d stayed forever
That’s why I’m not convinced when you tell me that we’re together
You could be in my life because I’m famous and on my feet
Would you like me if I was working at CVS up the street
With a nine to five every night and two baby’s one month apart
Would I still have your support if I never sold on these charts
That’s hypothetical, I love you like my edibles
You hate when I get high, but I’m just feelin’ low inside
I’ve been paranoid, it’s colder than North Dakota
Would they still think I’m hot if I drove in this blue Toyota?
I guess you’re bottled up so I’m sipping slow while I’m steering
Can’t fuck nobody new till I fuck with ’em for they spirit
I need someone who can hold me up until the end
If shit gets real heavy just help me through thick and thin

[Hook]
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down

[Verse 2]
Plane ride, thinkin’ ’bout the places I’ve been
I need a week away from life to fix the mess that I’m in
Put up a shot and toss it out for all the people I’ve lost
I had some energies around me that I had to shake off
Good vibes mean everything to a boss
I went from Nike to Chanel and you don’t know what that cost
I had to sacrifice a lot
It’s real lonely at the top
How deep is our connection?
You good with imperfections
Would you speak if you blew up and you saw me in your section?
Are you here for the fame?
Are you here for the night?
I wanna buy in but you change every time
I know nothing is guaranteed
I contemplate when you tell me you’ll never leave
It’s just way outta control
I wanna settle down, but first I gotta know

[Hook]
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down
Would you love me, baby, if it all falls down?
If it all falls down