what got into me

i don't know what got into me, i'm feeling gucci i don't know about my enemies, haters talk but don't say shit when they run into me, only loud pack and liquor give me energy, cut niggas off and now they wonderin' what got into me, don't know what got into me, got into me, sippin vodka smoking ganga, ain't no fucking feelin me, don't know what got into me, got into me, i been making money so i made a couple enemies, okay, why when i get to the money these bitches be hating cause they wishing money on niggas, i, i ain't been sleeping, if the money creeping i'm ready to drop up a song and a link uhh, ah, all of my haters is sour like miller, fuck with these bitches and no bitches iller, #1 rapper ain't nobody realer, stinch is so loud can't nobody breala, i'm riding round my side of town and i make em sick to they stomach, if he ain't on, his game right and i sit him out and i sub him, don't love him, but i love that catch cause it make me happy, balling like tay i think i get more feats than athletes, jennifer hudson, i'm his dream girl, call all white like mean girls, i'm making noise like a festivle, i'm 3 feet no feets, green money like vegetables, candy pane lookin edible, same niggas tried to knock me down, done helped me up on my pedstal, ugh, i'm feeling gucci ion know about my enemies, haters talk but don't say shit when they run into me, only loud pack and liquor give me energy, cut niggas off and now they wondering what got into me