I’m Straight

[Intro] Yeah Cook that shit up, Quay I look up, I see I got bout seven rides in the streets Know what I'm saying? Living life to the fullest, you know what I'm saying? [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit [Verse 1] I asked you about it, you lied You asked me about it, I kept it one hundred, I'm nothin' like these other guys I really spent two thousand on kicks and only wear 'em one time Something about a nigga mind frame Diamonds doing jumpin'-jacks in the AP, I can make the time change Two hundred hoes in my call log and I ain't got not a name saved Took her out the hood, put her on the drip, now I got her rockin' name brand Me and Ced had two different spots, we usually around the corner doin' the same thing Everywhere I go my chains hang, free the bros out the chain gang New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes Tiger said he got the drop on the opps Fuck it slide and shoot up the block Niggas know how we come through G5 out the sunroof [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit [Verse 2] We use trap out my mom house, turn the condo to a hideout We can't be fuckin' at my house, niggas be runnin' they damn mouth Walk down on them broad daylight, it ain't no fun in no drive-by I'm cool on the love and the high-fives You niggas can't keep up with my guys You can't get all this drip in a lifetime I got out and ran it up at the right time We got Dracos whenever it's nighttime We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign Went to Wafi, I told 'em I want to shine Then the coupe quarter million, they wiped me down I'm running this town, everything I say facts niggas can't take that New Lamborghini 18' Only thing I do is make cream, I don't why these niggas hating Only thing I do is drink lean, rest in peace to Fredo Santana I just keep on buying all these Fantas I don't want to go out like that, only thing I know is get racks [Chorus] Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great (I'm straight) I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold a hundred bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones, I'm in the cut, I'm going dumb-dumb I'm sippin' act', and that some real deal, do you want some? Same ones tryin' run with the clique Be the same ones that throwing salt on the clique Main reason why I'm fuckin' ya bitch, I ain't gon' say shit