Mr. NICE guy

I used to be the nice guy, think I might have lost control
I wasn't the right guy, everybody fucking fall
Bitch, I need the right kind, I don't want the fake no more
I ain't fuck with life now, quit it, then I hit reload
I used to be the nice guy, think I might have lost control
I wasn't the right guy, everybody fucking fall
Bitch, I need the right kind, I don't want the fake no more
I ain't fuck with life now, quit it, then I hit reload

Running it up, I want the diamonds, they don't give a fuck, yeah
Stacking it up, getting some paper, I'm stacking it up, yeah
She on set, I might just buy her a brand new butt, yeah
Damn, we up, [?] throwing it up, yeah
Yeah, I pull up, the all-black whip, married a hundred, she give me a kiss
I been in love with her since I was a jit
Diamonds, they dancing, they throwing a fit
I don't got nothing to give
But I got hundreds to hit
She got top of my list
But I trust that one of my twins, twins, twins
I got the beam and I got the Benz
Spin, spin, spin, I get the cheddar and pile it again
Spin, spin, spin, [?]
10, 10, 10K in a week, I'ma do it again
Yeah, fuck what I think, I'ma do what I do
And I'm living the dream, would you look at the view?
I get paper to sing, I got money to snooze
Shoutout producers, the ones and the twos
Middle finger to the one, to the two
Speeding through cities, I'm up in the coupe
Focused on me, give a fuck about you
Came up from nothing, what about you?

I used to be the nice guy, think I might have lost control
I wasn't the right guy, everybody fucking fall
Bitch, I need the right kind, I don't want the fake no more
I ain't fuck with life now, quit it, then I hit reload
I used to be the nice guy, think I might have lost control
I wasn't the right guy, everybody fucking fall
Bitch, I need the right kind, I don't want the fake no more
I ain't fuck with life now, quit it, then I hit reload

Yeah, yeah