I've been doin' well, bitch, how 'bout you?
Don't pick up the phone 'cause I've been in the stu'
I be on her mind every time she's with you
Baby, don't you see? I got Chanel on my shoes

You cannot keep up with me
None of these niggas is fuckin' with me
I know that she's missin' me
All of these niggas, they cannot compete
I keep a with me
They go to try, I'ma shoot like the three
All of this money on me
Feel like a walking money machine
Oh no, she throwin' that ass on the floor
Oh no, I fell in love with a ho'
Oh no, choppa it came with a scope
All of these ho's on go
Ice on my neck, it be froze
I can do that on my own
I did this shit on my own
Never asked for help, no, no, no
Vlone forever, oh, oh

I've been doin' well, bitch, how 'bout you?
Don't pick up the phone 'cause I've been in the stu'
I be on her mind every time she's with you
Baby, don't you see? I got Chanel on my shoes
I've been doin' well, bitch, how 'bout you?
Don't pick up the phone 'cause I've been in the stu'
I be on her mind every time she's with you
Baby, don't you see? I got Chanel on my shoes

Oh no, she throwin' that ass on the floor
Oh no, I fell in love with a ho'
Oh no, choppa it came with a scope
All of these ho's on go
Ice on my neck, it be froze