(Intro)
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around

$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around


(Verse)
$#&@ around, what these hoes really want from me?
Getting paper since junior high, never gave a (*##$ no lunch money

Now I'm grown, on my own
Still won't give a (*##$ no lunch money
You got old bills, I'm with Jae Millz

We sittin there countin that young money
Sittin there countin that young money
Haters, don't you $#&@ around

Cuz you ain't yo music, both could be underground
Brand your house and paint away, these bullets jump around
Throw that silencer on that

Shh, don't make another sound
And then I'm back on em
Drop off, pop yo lack on em

Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs
He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him
Squeeze hard like Steve Jobs

He'll dive and I'll put this mack on him
So nice had to say it twice
Rewind and bring it back on em

Blue Porsche, red Benz
Nice truck, the lad cherish
That baby mama's got more BBM's than a Blackberry

Hah, don't $#&@ around when I'm in my zone no
Cuz this that Hennessey Rose and Patrone flow


(Hook)
So don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around (nah nah nah)

So don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
You don't wanna

$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
Nah ^!$$%, you don't wanna
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around

Cuz we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
We don't

$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
Nah ^!$$%, we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around

^!$$% we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around


(Verse)
Don't $#&@ around cuz we don't $#&@ around and let the macks loose
Been killin these lil boys since Kevin jumped in that berriac juice

Lil boys, they all lil boys, they might not even know Kevin jumps in these
But right now they don't even need to
Just know when you stand I read you

Used to walk the streets of Harlem
Now call me Sir Brickalot
Different cars in my garage

So sometimes I'm so switchin up
3 hundred for my true religions
You in that all body coupe trippin

I pull up right next to you
Playin candy girl in a new edition
Uh, wutchu know bout that?

Chrome go clap, no fresh start
Sharp shooter, (*##$ I think I'm bread hot
Don't know when to quit ^!$$% I think you bread far

Then your girl is a star, she get the award for best jobs
You don't, she could get out of hand
I'm so hood like the dollar vans

Chase yo (*##$ $$# girl in the alley
Just like bishop to drive the mands
^!$$%s want respect, ain't put in a word though

But this that sour kush and granddaddy purp flow

(Hook)
So don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around

So don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
You don't wanna
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
Nah ^!$$%, you don't wanna

$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
Cuz we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
We don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around

Nah ^!$$%, we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around
^!$$% we don't
$#&@ around, $#&@ $#&@ around