| Every single day I’m tryna get my mind together |
| Sitting on chrome brought the sunny weather |
| Every single day I’m tryna make my pockets heavy |
| Pulling up my draws, seats Italian leather |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| She say «Bones, I just wanna get close to you» |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| I’m fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| She say «Bones, I just wanna get close to you» |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| I’m fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new |
| I was caught up in a jam, got to the dam |
| Blade in my sock and a pistol in my hand |
| No blam, squeeze but it jam |
| Not today, baby, I’ll be damned |
| I rolled out all my gold out |
| Scoped the whole route |
| Like I hope the hoes out |
| I collect dough like I just pass gold |
| Every 24, it’s the way it goes |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| She say «Bones, I just wanna get close to you» |
| I know, what I’m supposed to do |
| I’m fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new |
| I know |
| I’m fresh out the lot, my pimping brand new |