Intro
(YoungBoyBrown, on my kid)

Chorus: Lil Keed
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's suede on the seats
Yeah, I called a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the Zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock this mink in a hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace

Verse 1: Lil Keed
I ain't never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever)
I ain't never gon' punt but I'ma score (Never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores
And they already know I'm too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch, "Make a s'more"
Yeah, they hate to see me winnin', hurt to the core
Get at them, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on
I buy you block bitch pumps and buy home
I know real Don Dadas and vatos

Chorus: Lil Keed
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's suede on the seats
Yeah, I called a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the Zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock this mink in a hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace

Verse 2: Young Thug
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same
Sixteen shooters on the twenty passenger plane
Wife her on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain't tryna tell, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take your bitch out to Peru, let her drink outta tree
And my brother a hard hitter, I just let 'em be
Suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
I drop the roses on the casket, it ain't romantic, no, oh
I ain't goin' to the ride, I'm standin'
I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xanax
First time my momma told me, "Boy, get manly"
Swapped my momma and house and it's in my business name
Soon as I cashed out that's when my credit came
It's hard to see but I know a snitch inside of every gang
Told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they tread the same"

Chorus: Lil Keed
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top, that's suede on the seats
Yeah, I called a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the Zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock this mink in a hundred degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kissed 'em peace