[Intro: Lil Duke]
Billboard Hitmakers
Got some pretty bad bitches and they play they role
And I done seen a lot of bad bitches come and go, yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I’m sharp as a needle these n***as ain’t sein’ me
Can’t give my heart to no bitch, cause I’m too scared that bitch gon’ cheat on me (Can’t give my heart to no bitch)
Ain’t talkin’ no Easter high when I be sayin’ I got that lean on me
Fell asleep at the light and woke up and thought this all was a fuckin’ dream
Walkin’ on stages, they screamin’ now
[?] the bad bitches to beat it down
You cuffin’ these hoes, puttin’ missions round’
Young Stoner Life, I’m with the fuckin’ fam
Sharp with that money, I’m on you like bounty
I ran it up and I don’t get allowance
And I’m so booted up on Miley Cyrus
Party in the hills, you know that It’s private
Givn’ out jobs to these bitches, I’m hiring
Aye, cannot trust these bitches they, lyin’
She lovin’ my vibe and she geekin’, excited
She so bad, but I one night it
So in love, fussin’ and fightin’
Ready to start a whole riot
I got a bitch named Mariah
Call up yo’ friends, we gon’ try em’
[Chorus: Gunna]
Call up yo’ friends lil baby
Drank you some Hen, lil baby
We spendin’ money lil baby
We got them hundreds lil baby
We got them blue babies
We count that money everyday
Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay
Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Got these n***as jealous (They jealous)
They lookin’ bad, n***as petty
Too much talkin’, n***as tellin’
You thawin’ out and I can smell it
You pillow talkin’ to these bitches
Watch how we stack it up and get these riches
We pickin’ up the backend in these cities
Rockstar, we slutin’ bitches in the telly
I got some green twenties, look like relish
Got them new forty pointers, they for heavy
Choppa gon’ chop a n***a like machete
Choppin’ some Wop and I ain’t talkin Fetty
We hit that block, call that n***a out
My n***a let off shots till that n***a dead
Lulu’ still standin’, caught one in the head
Free all my n***as locked up in the feds, for real
I do this shit with no deal
Feed my family, do this shit for a meal
Too much pain, I had to pop me a pill
Pour the drank and take a flight on the Leer
Killmore in the front, the top in the rear
Diamonds cold, them bitches froze in my ear
Call them bitches, we gon’ meet em’ at Fifths
Drop the back, them bitches think I’m a pimp
[Chorus: Gunna]
Call up yo’ friends lil baby
Drank you some Hen, lil baby
We spendin’ money lil baby
We got them hundreds lil baby
We got them blue babies
We count that money everyday
Stacked up them chips like Frito-Lay
Thought I seen a ghost, but it was a Wraith