Jimmy Fallon Songtext

Niggas really chop a track like gangsters, they gon' pen and pad it (What?)

If my pockets getting low, run up on strangers, wreaking havoc (Yeah)
Typing all on the internet, pull up, we can speak about it (Dig?)
Something 'bout this double cup, you will never see me without it
I ain't got your favorite drugs on me, best believe my people got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, dare to be different (What?)
I get the money, that's the difference
I'm eating steak at your ho expense
I'm putting shit in the bag like the Grinch (Yeah)
Niggas change in the booth like Clark Kent
I go by the name on the card that I get
They having these fuck-boy starter kits
Feelin' aligned when the stars in the mix (Yeah)
Hit 'em with a K bullet, you'll see his arteries (Yeah, what? Yeah)
Most of these niggas I made, I'ma spin on 'em like pottery (Yeah)
Take a nigga chain, flex on him properly (What?)
Yeah, she shaking ass naturally, really, it's the top for me (What?)
Asked her, do she do drugs, she said, "Oxycontin me" (Ooh, what?)
Told her that I'm straight with the Percocet, just drunk a pint of lean Yeah, niggas really be ratting, I'm finna catch you tripping like cheese (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm trying to double back, I ain't looking for apologies (What?)

Doing hits late night, I feel like I'm Jimmy Fallon (Yeah)
I ain't in no movies, I finish clips 'cause I'm cinematic (Dig?)
We gon' pull up automatic, I'm gon' let these opps have it
Niggas really chop a track like gangsters, they gon' pen and pad it (Swear, swear, what? What?)