| I fell in love with the money, fell in love with the drugs | 
| I fell in love with the drank, guess I’m stuck in the mud | 
| She a freak and she know it, that bitch stuck in the club | 
| If this rap don’t work, I’m running off on the plug | 
| I can’t see you pussy niggas through these Cartis, ayy | 
| We done brought the pistols in the party | 
| We done brought the choppers like a Harley | 
| I been eating steak and calamari | 
| I been with these hoes in these hotels | 
| Weighin' up some molly on a dope scale | 
| We don’t pour no fours, we need the whole seal | 
| I don’t trust these bitches 'cause they gon' tell | 
| Tell my nigga Frankie bring the blues in | 
| She gon' pop a thirty, bring the mood in | 
| I ain’t trippin' 'bout no niggas, I be coolin' | 
| Glock on my hip, leave the toughest nigga droolin' | 
| I fell in love with the drugs | 
| I fell in love with the plug | 
| I fell in love with the mud | 
| I put a bitch in some Fendi, make her beg for me | 
| She ain’t got a thing except some head for me | 
| I don’t fuck with other niggas 'less it’s bread for me | 
| Play with us, we gon' give your ass a dead homie | 
| I take her home, beat her down, make her spread for me | 
| And she supposed to be your bitch, nigga | 
| I don’t diss niggas, I’m a rich nigga | 
| But you the type to go and cry about a bitch, nigga | 
| Go ahead and touch me, that’s a bad move | 
| We’ll go and shoot your partner out his tattoos | 
| Spent eight bands on the 'fit like it’s regular | 
| The only thing I got is money on my schedule | 
| I’ma turn a broke bitch to a rich bitch | 
| I’ma turn a college girl to a freak ho | 
| I get money even when I’m in my sleep, nigga | 
| Cross that line, I’ma shoot it like a free throw | 
| I fell in love with the drugs | 
| I fell in love with the plug | 
| I fell in love with the mud |